#spot the wilbur soot reference lol

[wonder-womans-ex]

You Were the Storm

Saint's eyes are closed, and he can feel the wind in his hair. The ocean air is clean and cold, a blissful reminder of the world around him. Music blares from his earbuds, filling his mind and giving him a steady, unchanging rhythm to live to.

Somewhere inside, he can feel the storm clouds rolling in; he can feel the world grow a bit darker. He isn't afraid, though. Not today.

He steps down, off of a piece of driftwood and onto the cool, soft sand. A wave crashes against the shore, dusting him with a gentle spray of seawater.

The rain comes slowly at first, droplets splattering against his shoulders and the tip of his nose. Then they grow faster, soaking his hair and the sand beneath his toes.

It beats down against the ocean, doing barely anything to calm the choppy surface. Whitecaps sit atop nearly every wave, temporary crowns gracing temporary rulers.

Each raindrop feels like a miracle against his skin. He's blessed; he's been chosen by the skies and the storms that wait within them.

He feels beautiful for the first time in a while.

A single voice rises above the cacophony that serenades every atom in his body. At first, he thinks it's part of the song, but then it grows louder, clearer, unignorable and unmistakable.

"Saint!" calls Luke. "What are you doing, you fucking idiot?"

"Nothing!" Saint shouts over the din of the wind and song.

"You're going to die!"

A grin spreads across Saint's face, even though he tries to stifle it. "What's life without a little risk?"

He spins around, turning his back to the viscous repetition of the ocean, and sees that Luke is still lingering by the edge of the beach.

That won't do. Everyone knows that the place where the land meets the water is the place where the spirits of the island linger, and the storms are when they let themselves live again.

"Come on, Tweedle!"

Luke hesitates, then starts to walk forwards, picking his way through the logs and washed-up patches of seaweed. His hair plasters itself to his forehead, rainwater running down his arms and lets and the last fragments of God-hood away.

"If I die of pneumonia, it's your fault." By now, Luke is close enough that they don't have to shout to hear each other, even with Saint's earbuds still in.

He pulls them out—first the left, then the right—and lets them dangle by his side. "You're not going to die, God."

"Not all of us are weathered heathens like you, Hollow."

Their eyes meet, and Saint sees the rain's power living once more in Luke's expression. His eyelashes are clumped together, droplets clinging to the ends, and Saint doesn't think that he's ever seen something more beautiful.

There's a moment of quiet; even the furious storm seems to pause for the split second where something dangerous and tainted and oh-so-real passes between the two of them.

Then everything resumes, and Saint holds out one earbud wordlessly.

Luke doesn't move at first, and the fear that he's done something wrong is like a knife. But then gentle fingers wrap around the tiny piece of plastic—something that looks like nothing, but, if all goes according to plan, might end up meaning everything.

Saint isn't exactly sure what that plan is, but he figures he doesn't need to. After all, he's spent his whole life working things out as he goes along, and today is the last time he wants to make an exception.

They put in the earbuds at the same time, the melodic voice of some British musician singing about London and asthma filling the space between them, and Saint waits for Luke to take whatever this is from standing on the edge of the cliff to hanging by two fingers off the edge.

After all, Saint's always preferred dare over truth.

Luke takes the first step. He twists his hand around Saint's, letting their fingers wend a path between love and trust and doubt.

Saint isn't quite sure what happens form there, and he doesn't think Luke does, either, but he knows that he wouldn't change it for the world.

Because they're dancing.

They're dancing. Because they're crying—or maybe that's the rain—into each other's shoulders. Because they're forgetting the fact that there's something bigger than either of them, and they're just making sure that today, amidst the pouring rain and the ocean's breath, that they'll have something to remember when all of this is over.

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for @im-oknutzy-trash. happy birthday you wonderful amazing human being <3

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

MCC Etiquette

So, mcc is returning! there are going to be more fans than ever watching, and many people here haven’t seen one live. for the most part, mcc has been very nontoxic and wholesome to watch, but there have been a few issues, so here are some things to keep in mind:

sometimes, people just play worse, or have an off day. if someone is performing poorly, don’t remind them or yell at them in chat. they’re under a lot of pressure here!

while balancers do exist, and some players are objectively better than others, every player is important! someone who might be just the fourth player to you might be someone else’s favorite streamer. be kind!

there are going to be technical issues sometimes! the event is incredibly well run, but there have been and will be mistakes, and it is not the event managers fault. please be gentle.

in a similar vein, scott puts a ton of work into team choices and balancing. I know people want their faves together, or want their streamer to be on a strong team, but balancing has to occur. because of this, groups like the dteam can’t always team because of how strong they are.

a lot of mcc is down to rng, or random game generation. if your team loses due to bad luck, that could just be the tournament working how it’s supposed to! while skilled teams usually make it to the top, when there are so many good teams, someone has to get unlucky.

if you feel like it, try watching a smaller streamer! while a lot of mcc streamers have blown up since, and the tournament has become much more exclusive, don’t be afraid to watch a new perspective

mcc is entirely for fun! there is no prize to be won.

have fun watching!

3960 notes • Posted 2021-04-25 22:05:38 GMT

#4

the worst thing about the dsmp not being traditional media is that some people just- will miss things that would normally be considered more obvious. c!wilbur going “lol I never really cared about the land of l’manburg only the ideals” and then staring at the caravan for ten seconds straight wistfully the second he’s alone conveys a message that some people seem to have missed.

like- he did this exact same thing at the festival with niki, how many times does this need to happen before people start catching on that c!wilbur lies to protect his own feelings

4554 notes • Posted 2021-05-11 20:39:57 GMT

#3

I feel like a not currently talked about aspect of the og l’manburg revolution spirit is just what little shits they were compared to the dream team. 

like, the dteam had only been streaming for a few months at this point, meaning they were still in that kind of awkward phase of being able to talk on camera but still not great at being very eloquent. compare that to tommy and tubbo’s stupidly high energy levels and wilbur, who composes monologues on the spot, as well as the fact that l’manburg was much more committed to rp, and it makes a notable difference. 

you got situations where dream tries to sound cool by saying “oh the dream smp has infinitely more women”  which is just, not great wording, and wilbur shitting on him going “I don’t know what dream is doing over there with his infinite women, but”. it was tubbo laughing at the dteam and calling them losers as he tricked them into being stranded thousands of blocks away, and sapnap not understanding pig jokes, and wilbur never needing to yell when he gave speeches because his words spoke for him. this was only compounded by the fact that the dteam didn’t actually stream their perspective too much.

like, the only insult the dteam had in their arsenal was calling it ‘l’manchildburg’, a brilliant moment of word association, but compared to the staying power of ‘suck it green boi”? it was nothing. l’manburgians were the scrappy underdogs who gave out spiderman-like quips, and it was hard not to like them.

when l’manburg said “words over weapons” they fucking meant it, and I miss that aspect of their characterization, because yeah that war traumatized them but also they were so funny. 

5588 notes • Posted 2021-04-18 23:13:25 GMT

#2

top absolutely absurd wilbur soot mcc moments

7. his team in mcc 12 getting four consecutive first placements, meaning everyone on the team was in the top ten at one point (MCC 12)

6. ‘wilbur glitching’ and winning rocket spleef while every other player accused him of cheating because it looked like he was just standing there (MCC 3)

5. killing his own player with tnt in the mcc battle box lobby, forcing the game to be restarted (MCC 7)

4. destroying a toy nerf gun dubbed “the vlog gun” live on the stream by stamping it out while his teammates watched in horror (MCC 8)

3. mcc crashing his computer during ace race and physically kicking his computer with his shoe after the tournament to end the stream (MCC 13)

2. getting “possessed” the day after doing a ghost hunting stream, losing his voice entirely but getting one of his best placements (MCC 11)

1. the fire alarm going off, forcing him to leave for a game while everyone wondered if he was actually dead, only for him to return and say that he couldn’t be told whether or not it was actually a fire (MCC p21)

5684 notes • Posted 2021-06-26 22:19:52 GMT

#1

wilbur soot is an inspiration not because he’s like a famous youtuber or musician or whatever but when I’m older I want to teach kids yoyo tricks and have little ecosystems in jars and buy people ukuleles spontaneously and have friends that stay up until 5 am with me when I’m sick or sing the entirety of hamilton in a new zealand accent or collect ebay sweaters from me. I want to have a dog with a silly name and know too much about geography and go to the beach when I’m sad and take my friends to my favorite arcade for fun. I know he’s going through shit as we all are but man, what a lovely person to be.

7938 notes • Posted 2021-07-12 01:23:29 GMT

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[glacier--freeze]

[ID: Several Tumblr posts with the usernames replaced by Dream SMP characters. image 1:

wilbursoot (with a screenshot of Quackity on the post): time sensitive question how flirt boy

[screenshot of several replies: tommyinnit: Throw rocks at he ranboo: Hot Dogs tubbo: Kill him]

wilbursoot: thanks guys

image 2:

philza: Gentle reminder not to eat too much candy before bed.

tommyinnit: no

philza: This was a gentle reminder, yet your words of defiance brings me ungodly amounts of rage

wilbursoot: word*

philza: I want nothing more than to uppercut you directly to heaven's front door.

image 3:

quackity (with a screenshot of Wilbur on the post): lol! so true bestie *leans over to my body guard* you have to kill this clown right fucking now

image 4:

quackity: Someone should invent a word for when you're jumping and popping

wilbursoot: pumping

quackity: Not quite but I would never correct a woman

wilbursoot: im a white boy

quackity: *collars you* You're my pet now

wilbursoot: this is Biden's America

image 5:

tubbo: so here's the problem. I once yelled because I saw a centipede and my boyfriend commentated "a friend!" and when I said "no!" he added "and maybe....... a lover.." the problem is. now this has become standard procedure for referring to centipedes. so now I get messages like:

[all caps Snapchat message from Beef: A lover Lover spotted within my dresser No thank u]

ranboo (in all caps): Why is my name Beef in your phone

tubbo: you know................. like bf...............

image 6:

wilbursoot: i hope i am not just an insane person to you guys but also a weirdo and a bitch

image 7:

quackity: you think being gay is hard??? try telling people youre only attracted to clowns

[screenshot of a reply from wilbursoot: narcissism ain't cute sis]

quackity: theres literally no possible response i can make to this where i come out a winner. ive actually never been owned this hard before. i think i legally owe you money now.

image 8:

wilbursoot: *gets home* *breaks knuckles* time to shit myself to sleep again bohs

wilbur soot: wait no its cracks knuckles

wilbursoot: wait no its cry myself to sleep

wilbursoot: dont reblog this stop it

image 9:

tubbo: back when i was a bee keeper my bees were really gentle and one time i scooped up a handful of them and i got rly emotional and wanted to kiss them and i essentially faceplanted myself into a palm full of bees while crying and that's an important fact about me

image 10:

wilbursoot: like this post and I will instantly teleport to your home and gobble up your shower curtain

quackity: My shower curtain is glass

wilbursoot: well crunchity munchity then, you think that will stop me?

image 11:

tommyinnit (in an ask): I had a dream that you were my therapist but all you did was call me a bitch :/

philza: bitch

technoblade: Dreams do come true

image 12:

quackity (with a screenshot of Wilbur on the post): this guy is such a loser i want him in my bed immediately

image 13:

wilbursoot: [photo of a train station sign that says, "oepsie woepsie! de trein is stukkie wukkie! we sijn heul hard aan t werk om dit te make mss kan je beter fwietsen  owo"]

fundy: Blease stop Dutch is barely a respectable language as it already is

image 14:

tubbo: we make eye contact and i connect to the wifi in your brain and i delete half of your memories and make you left handed

ranboo: But I am left handed. And I already have a poor memory, so good luck finding anything worth deleting.

ranboo (in all caps): Wait a minute

image 15:

quackity: I just realized that not everyone can fit their fist down into a Pringles can. How do y'all survive.

[screenshot of several replies: tubbo: I rip the can open with my teeth technoblade: Raw strength or Scissors ranboo: pour it into my land and then lick it up like a dog jschlatt: I just realised not everyone can fit their mouth around a Pringles can. wilbursoot: Smoke it like a giant joint]

quackity: Damn bitch you live like this?

tommyinnit: i eat mine like a spider

quackity: What does that. Mean.

End ID.]

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