#who finds these videos funny. who are they for

[falloutsgraygarden]

He's living his best life 🌸

Preston: [wakes up in a cold sweat]

Preston: Oh, fuck, I need to protect women.

Preston: [runs directly into a firefight]

[deliciousangelfestival]

Change of Heart - 1 | Bucky

Character: Bucky x Female! Reader

Theme: Angst, tragedy, romance.

Summary: The interviewer asked her a provocative question:

“If you were offered a million dollars, would you leave your partner?”

Without hesitation, she replied with a smirk, “Give me one dollar, and I’ll leave him this second.”

True to her word, she walked away, leaving the man stunned and searching for answers. Now, he’s desperately trying to find her, grappling with the haunting question—why would she leave him so easily?

And is there more to her departure than a single dollar could ever explain?

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Time changes everything. Interviews used to take place indoors, in studios, or in booked hotel rooms. The questions were serious—focused on economics, politics, or other weighty topics. Back then, only experts or public figures were deemed worthy of being interviewed.

But now, thanks to social media, interviews can happen anywhere. They’re no longer the domain of reporters or TV stations. Instead, anyone with a phone, a camera, and a microphone can conduct an impromptu interview in random places.

These spontaneous interviews often gain far more attention than their polished, scripted counterparts on TV. On the streets, people are asked silly, lighthearted questions, and their candid, often hilarious answers resonate more with viewers. They feel authentic and relatable, unlike the carefully curated responses of experts.

Some people never imagine their offhand comments will make them go viral. Take the girl who became famous overnight for her absurd response to a random question—she jokingly told someone to spit. It was ridiculous, but human nature is unpredictable. The absurdity drew millions of viewers, and just like that, she became an internet sensation.

Today, another viral moment is taking over the internet. The current trend? A simple, loaded question:

“If you were offered 1 million dollars, would you leave your partner?”

Many people, interviewed alongside their partners, responded with sweet or heartfelt answers. But one woman gave a response that stopped everyone in their tracks:

“Give me 1 dollar. I’ll leave him this second.”

And the interviewer handed her the one dollar.

Her comment sparked chaos online. Most people laughed, seeing it as a joke and sharing it for its sheer absurdity:

“LMAO, this girl is my spirit animal!”

“She’s not wrong, though. 😂 Relationships are overrated!”

“The audacity! 😂😂😂”

However, not everyone found it funny:

“This is what’s wrong with society—no loyalty anymore.”

“Imagine being her partner and seeing this. Yikes.”

“If this is how people think these days, I’ll stay single forever.”

But there was one man who didn’t find it amusing at all.

He replayed the video, his expression unreadable, though the tension in his jaw betrayed his anger. The room was silent except for the faint hum of his phone’s speaker. His piercing gaze flicked to the woman sitting across from him as the video looped again.

Bucky Barnes hadn’t paid attention to what was happening online. As the CEO of the Lena Group, a leader in car and chip manufacturing, his schedule left little time for distractions. It wasn’t until his secretary and his mother mentioned the viral uproar that he decided to investigate.

Watching the clip now, he felt a surge of disbelief. Shock. Anger. He had worked tirelessly to build his empire, and yet here she was, casually dismissing him with a joke to a stranger.

“So,” he said, his voice cold as he set the phone down on the table, “you think I’m worth one dollar?”

She didn’t flinch under his icy glare. Instead, she calmly lifted her teacup, taking a slow sip before setting it back down. Her movements were measured, deliberate, as if his words carried no weight.

Meeting his gaze, she tilted her head slightly, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. “Now that I think about it,” she said, her tone casual, “70% discount sounds fair.”

His grip on the phone tightened, his knuckles turning white. “What’s the meaning of this?” he demanded, leaning forward, his voice sharper now.

Her expression didn’t waver. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m tired, Bucky. I’ve had enough.”

The room felt heavier, the unspoken words between them thickening the air.

His jaw clenched as he let out a heavy sigh. “You’ve got to be joking.”

His eyes searched your face for any hint of humor, anything to suggest you didn’t mean it. But there was none. Only calm resolve.

He looked at you—the woman he had married two years ago. The truth was, this wasn’t an ordinary marriage. It was what people called a contract marriage. But to Bucky, it was just business. Marriages forged to benefit two businesses had existed for ages, after all.

The so-called marriage contract was simply a guideline—a formal agreement to ensure both parties understood the terms, what was acceptable and what wasn’t. Many people chose contract durations of three or six years before going their separate ways. But Bucky had kept it simpler: a one-year contract, renewable if his wife agreed.

The reason he opted for this arrangement was to avoid the casualties of love. He’d seen it firsthand—his parents, who had started with love, had eventually torn each other apart, not literally, but close enough to leave scars on everyone involved. It was enough to make Bucky swear off traditional marriage altogether.

But his grandfather had other plans. “If you don’t marry, you’ll never inherit the company,” his grandfather had declared, determined to ensure his legacy stayed within the family. Having watched his son—a serial adulterer—destroy the family’s reputation, the old man had become obsessed with the idea of keeping his grandson grounded.

Bucky, however, had no interest in marriage. He had no desire for emotional entanglements or the drama that came with them. Yet his grandfather’s ultimatum left him with no choice. If he wanted to lead the company, he had to marry.

That was when he turned to a matchmaker agency, one well-known among his wealthy peers. It wasn’t cheap, but the agency had stellar testimonials, and they assured him they could find the perfect partner.

And they did.

That’s where he met you. You, too, were looking for something unconventional. You weren’t interested in traditional marriage and came from a good family background, which made introducing you to his parents remarkably easy. Despite his parents’ separation, you navigated the introductions with grace, impressing his mother and, surprisingly, his father.

The wedding happened quickly. You were the ideal partner—easygoing, understanding, and undemanding. When the first year of the contract ended, Bucky asked if you wanted to continue. You had simply smiled and said, “Yes.”

To him, that was enough.

Two years had passed since then, and he thought everything was fine. You never complained, never asked for anything more than the life you had agreed upon. He thought you were content. He thought you were okay.

But now, standing before you on the last day of the contract, he couldn’t reconcile the image he had of your quiet satisfaction with your answer in that viral video.

He stared at you, confused and hurt. “Why did you say it?” he asked, his voice quieter now, almost pleading. “Why give that answer? I thought everything was fine.”

You didn’t flinch. Instead, you glanced at your watch, casually checking the time. “I’m not,” you said, your voice calm, almost detached. “At 12 a.m., our marriage contract will be over. By tomorrow morning, I won’t be here.”

His mouth opened as if to protest, but no words came out. He reached for the black tea you had placed in front of him earlier, taking a sip. It had gone lukewarm—neither hot nor cold, a temperature he despised. It mirrored the hollow, uncomfortable feeling gnawing at his chest.

Finally, he set the cup down with a dull clink. “We’ll talk tomorrow,” he said, his voice firmer now, though tinged with weariness.

You said nothing in return, merely turned and walked away.

🌸🌸🌸🌸

The next morning, when he woke up, sunlight was already streaming through the curtains. His eyes flicked to the clock on his nightstand—10 a.m. He sat up abruptly, his head spinning slightly from the sudden movement.

He rarely ever slept this late. For years, he had trained himself to wake by 5 a.m., no matter how little sleep he’d had the night before. Even on his most exhausting days, he never overslept. At most, he might sleep in until 6 or 7 a.m., but 10? Never.

Rubbing his temples, he tried to piece it together. What had made him sleep like this? He thought back to the night before, to your calm words, to the tea…

His hands froze mid-motion. The tea.

A surge of realization hit him. You drugged him.

He swung his legs out of bed, his movements sharp and full of urgency. Throwing on a robe, he stormed out of the bedroom, his voice cutting through the quiet house. “Where is she?”

The housemaid appeared, her expression hesitant and unsure. “She left, sir. Early this morning.”

His jaw tightened as he ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “And she didn’t say anything? Not a word?”

The maid paused, then held out a small item. “She left this, sir.”

He grabbed the velvet box from her hand, his chest tightening as he opened it. His breath caught at the sight of your wedding ring nestled inside.

For two years, he had worn his own wedding ring daily, thinking of it as nothing more than a piece of jewelry. But now, staring at your ring, it felt heavier than it should, as though it carried the weight of your departure.

Inside the ring box, you left the same crumpled dollar bill. It sat there like a cruel punchline, mocking everything he thought both of you had built together—a final, silent reminder of just how little she thought he was worth.

He set the box down on the table, his eyes scanning the room. When they landed on the wardrobe, he froze. It was still full. You hadn’t taken a single thing.

His mind raced. Where could you have gone? How did you vanish so quickly?

He reached for his phone, dialing his security team with shaky fingers. After two rings, someone picked up.

“Where is she?” he barked, his voice tight with frustration, the tension unmistakable.

The security officer on the other end hesitated. “Mrs. told us… madam wanted to meet her.”

His brows furrowed. “My mother?”

“Yes, sir. She’s in another state.”

That meant only one thing. You had gone to the airport.

“Did she take the private jet or a commercial plane?” he demanded.

“Commercial, sir. It was a last-minute trip, and we hadn’t prepared the jet.”

Bucky’s grip on the phone tightened, his knuckles whitening. His jaw clenched as frustration surged within him. He wanted to scream, to lash out at the sheer incompetence of his team. You fucking idiot. The words pounded in his mind, but he bit them back, forcing himself to stay composed.

“Who bought the ticket?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

“It was Mrs. who purchased the ticket herself.”

Bucky exhaled sharply through his nose, his patience wearing thin. He wanted nothing more than to explode, but he kept his voice steady. “Find out where she went.” Without waiting for a response, he ended the call.

Immediately, he dialed his mother. The line connected after a single ring.

“Hello.”

“I’m glad you called,” she said briskly. “Do you know what’s going on right now?”

His grip on the phone tightened. “Did you ask her to meet you?”

“Me? No, I—”

He ended the call before she could finish. That ruled out her involvement.

His mind raced as he considered the possibilities. If you had boarded a plane, he could easily track your destination. But the other option loomed: that the airport was a decoy. You had used his mother’s name as an excuse, ensuring your movements would go undetected by his security team, who clearly hadn’t been following you as closely as they did him.

Bucky’s phone buzzed. The confirmation from his team came through, and the news made his blood boil.

“Mrs. bought a plane ticket but didn’t get on the plane,” the head of security reported.

“Did you check the surveillance cameras?” he snapped.

“Yes, sir. We’ve reviewed the footage. There’s a woman with a similar appearance to madam who rented a car at the airport.”

Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose, his frustration mounting. He sucked in a breath, exhaling slowly to keep his temper in check. So, it’s option two. You’re still in the same state.

“Great,” he muttered under his breath, pacing the room. He could feel the tension radiating through his body. “At least you didn’t go far.”

Without wasting another second, he barked into the phone, “Chase the car. Check every schedule she might have left behind, and contact her friends. I want updates—fast.”

Ending the call, he threw the phone onto his desk with a sharp clatter. Running a hand through his hair, he leaned against the desk, staring out the window as the weight of the situation pressed down on him. For someone who always had the upper hand, this was new territory. And he hated it.

Bucky sat in his office chair, staring at the empty ring box on his desk. His mind swirled with unanswered questions. Why had you suddenly left without a word? Both of you had been such a good team—practical, efficient, and untroubled by the complications that plagued most marriages. At least, that’s what he thought.

If he could, he would turn back time and relive the past few months, examining every moment you’d spent together. Had he missed something? Made a mistake? Or had something happened that he was completely unaware of? The uncertainty gnawed at him, a feeling he hadn’t experienced in years.

His phone buzzed, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“We found her. But…”

“What?!” he barked, standing abruptly.

“It’s not Mrs.,” the security team clarified hesitantly.

A chill ran down his spine. “Then who is it?”

“It’s her friend, sir.”

His stomach tightened, and for the first time in years, Bucky felt a flicker of fear. He thought he was closing in, that you were still within his reach. But now, you were out of his watch, slipping further away with every passing second.

“Secure her. I’m going to meet her,” he ordered, his voice cold and sharp.

“Yes, sir.”

"Prepare the car," Bucky ordered, his voice cold and demanding.

"But, sir, you have a meeting at 2 p.m", his assistant replied, hesitant.

Bucky shot him a sharp glare, his jaw tightening.

The assistant quicklu nodded. "I'll reschedule it, sir," he muttered avoiding Bucky's piercing gaze.

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Minutes later, Bucky arrived at a quiet café where Grace was waiting under the watchful eye of his security team. The moment he saw her, he recognized her immediately—your friend, the one who had attended your wedding. Grace was the only person you had trusted with the details of this marriage contract.

Bucky approached the table, his expression unreadable, but his clenched fists betrayed the storm brewing inside him.

“Where is she?” His voice was steady, but there was an edge of desperation he couldn’t fully mask.

Grace avoided his gaze, staring down at the steaming cup of coffee in front of her.

He sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. “I could raise my voice at you, but I won’t. Grace, please. Tell me where she is.”

Grace finally looked up, her expression guarded. “As far as I know, last night was the last day of your marriage. Today, she’s a free woman.”

Her words hit him harder than he expected, and for a moment, Bucky’s mask slipped. He stared at her, bewildered, the weight of everything sinking in. What had he done to make you leave? Had he overlooked something so significant? And why did Grace seem to despise him so much?

Before he could respond, his phone buzzed again. He stepped aside to take the call, his jaw tightening as he listened.

“Sir, we’ve reviewed additional footage. Mrs. used Grace’s ID to purchase another ticket. She’s already on the plane.”

Bucky’s grip on the phone tightened. His gaze snapped back to Grace, who was now watching him warily.

“Grace,” he began, his voice sharper this time. “I’m asking you again. Where is she?”

Grace shook her head, her tone calm but firm. “I don’t know.”

His frustration boiled over. He leaned forward, his palms flat on the table as he stared her down. “Don’t lie to me, Grace.”

She didn’t flinch. “I’m not lying. You don’t know anything about her.”

Her words struck a nerve, leaving him momentarily speechless. He straightened, trying to collect himself, but his mind was racing. Don’t know anything about her? He hated the implication.

“She trusted you,” he said, his voice low. “You were the only one who knew about the arrangement, the only one she confided in.”

“And that’s why I won’t betray her trust now,” Grace replied evenly.

Author Note: Do you found this interesting? Would you like it to be continued?

[hauntedhokage]

Leaving anonymous love notes for you to find + Sae Itoshi from Silver's prompt list

You left the door to your office unlocked, since as the team's social media manager you didn't really have anything confidential to lock up, but you think that was about to change. For the last week you'd come in to find some note left somewhere on your desk for you to find, each one containing a sweet message - but not knowing who they came from made you a bit uncomfortable.

The first just telling you that you looked beautiful the day before.

The second a note that you always looked beautiful, but he loved how you looked in the team's jersey.

The third a reminder to stay hydrated, left with a couple bottles of your favorite brand of water (you didn't even know how anyone knew something like that)

The fourth, fifth, and sixth also came with gifts. A couple small boxes of snacks and a little plaque that said 'best instagram photographer', both making you a bit emotional at how much this guy thought about you.

Today's message was left on a sticky note stuck to your monitor, wishing that they could ask you out on a date but fearing that their reputation would have you declining to protect yourself from that reputation. The handwriting is neat, font small to ensure it would fit on the sticky note, and you tuck it away in a folder that had the other seven. The handwriting was consistent, and the words felt much too genuine for it to be the team messing with you because they thought they were funny.

But you do watch them all closely throughout the day, getting to mess with them during their practices and team meetings giving you the opportunity for closer interactions that you used to gauge whether they were acting differently towards you. Unfortunately the only thing out of place was the fact that Sae actually stopped to entertain the meme you were recording content for.

"Why do you have this picture?"

"I'm trying to get your autograph." Your response gets a snort from the midfielder, but he accepts your sharpie and takes the picture from your hands. It's old, Sae had to have been around five or six kicking around a soccer ball. "Your mom was excited to send it to me. Think I might frame it."

His reaction wasn't as outwardly amused or embarrassed as the other guys you'd ambushed that day, but the fact that you'd gotten any reaction from him at all made your day. He was cute when he smiled, you wished you could see more of that from him.

"I'll see you later, I'm sure," he states, handing the picture back to you before adjusting his bag on his shoulder. "I'm looking forward to it."

"Yeah," you murmur, watching in surprise as he walks away from you to get to the locker room.

You end up working late, usually being out of the stadium before the team finished their practice, but you wanted to get your next few videos edited so you could relax and respond to funny comments for the rest of the week. It takes you some deliberation, but you do decide to lock your office to see what your admirer would do next without being able to steal your stationery.

Sae is coming down the hall when you leave, something that wasn't surprising since he was notorious for practicing later than the rest of the team. Most of the team had popped in to say goodnight, a couple asking if you needed someone to hang out and make sure you made it home, and you happily wave them off with a promise to see them in the morning. But not Sae, and that was because he was leaving now. There's a paper in his hand, and he looks surprised to see you leaving as he approached.

"You're still here?"

"Yeah," you say with a shrug, turning the key to lock the door and meeting his gaze to see the obvious question. "Someone is using my papers and stuff to leave me love notes, I don't hate it but I'm trying to get them to reveal themselves."

You just aren't ready to get your answer when Sae takes the paper in his hand and slides it under your door. He doesn't say anything, just tilts his head in a silent invitation that you can't help but accept. He was so weird, but you were into it.

"Does this mean I can get you on a livestream?"

"Don't push it."

[lynzishell]

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[While waiting for the kettle to boil water, Li is startled by the sound of four tiny fists banging on the door]

Mei: Mommy! Li: Hi sweetie, did you have fun? Mei: Yeah!

Li: Did you miss me? Mei: No. Li: Well, I missed you.

Li: I was just about to have some tea; do you want to stay for a cup? Dawn: Sure.

Li: Thank you again for taking care of her for me. Did she sleep okay? Dawn: They both did, if you can believe it. I think it’s the first time Aspen has slept through the night in months. They must’ve worn each other out running around together. Li: [laughs] I can imagine.

Dawn: How are you feeling? Did everything go okay? Li: Oh yeah, it was great. Atlas and Asher were even able to be in the room, and they had this screen set up so they could see the ultrasound image. So, they got to watch the embryos being transferred, it was really neat. Dawn: That’s amazing.

Dawn: How long before you know if it worked? Li: We go back in a couple of weeks to find out. Dawn: Is that all? Li: Yes, thankfully, the wait is going to be so hard. I’m already anxious. I’ve been trying to distract myself by pre-recording as many videos as I can. If the morning sickness is half as bad as it was with Mei, then I’ll need it.

Dawn: Well, if you need any help, don’t hesitate to call me. Phoenix is working so much these days, Aspen and I can come by anytime to watch Mei. I can help out with laundry and meals. Whatever you need. Li: Thank you, really, you’re such an angel. Dawn: Oh please, you’re having my brother’s babies, you’re basically family now.

[Li’s phone vibrates]

Li: Ugh. Dawn: Who is it? Li: Nathan. Dawn: Oh, I thought you liked him.

Li: I did, he’s really sweet and funny, but he wanted to get serious right away, and I just can’t do that, so I ended things with him a few weeks ago. Dawn: That’s too bad. I’m sorry. Li: It’s okay. I really prefer being single right now, if I’m honest.

[Li’s phone vibrates again]

Li: [sighs] Unfortunately, he thinks he can “fix things” or something. He doesn’t understand there’s nothing to fix. We just want different things. Dawn: Well, if it’s been a few weeks and he’s not hearing you, maybe it’s time to just block him. Li: I think you’re right. I was hoping we could stay friends, but clearly that won’t work.

Li: There. Blocked.

[dollopole]

What I need to see more in Merlin modern AUs fanfictions is Arthur trying to be conventionally funny and therefore him trying to make his friends’ circle laugh, but he just gets all these weird, fond looks because no, he’s not funny, he’s not funny by a fucking mile, but his friends love him, so there’s that.

The one person who always cracks up at Arthur’s jokes, tho? You bet. Merlin will be right there cackling like a fucking duck that’s being chocked by an evil witch and snorting, even if Arthur said the stupidest thing on earth.

They’re that type of couple.

I imagine it going something like this:

Arthur: So then, I asked: how do you make Holy water?

The entire Round Table waits patiently for Arthur’s answer: Ehm… How?

Arthur, smiling: You boil the hell out of it, HA! *slaps hand on the table*

*everyone silently looks at each other, wonders if Uther’s lack of affection permanently affected their friend’s communication skills*

*Meanwhile, Merlin next to him dies of laughter, and slaps Arthur’s shoulder, like he’s the funniest comedian he’s ever crossed paths with*

*Arthur is happy he made Merlin laugh :)*

Gwaine, on the verge of a breakdown: Yeah, no, mate, that was not funny, at all—

Percival goes wide eyed: Do you have a death wish—?!?!

Gwaine: Someone has got to tell him—

*Merlin grabs Gwaine by the collar and growls on his face, while he still laughs at Arthur’s jokes and watches him attempt to make another, thinking he’s got everyone hooked*

Merlin, smiling through gritted teeth: Don’t you dare finish that sentence, Gwaine, or I’ll cut your hair while you sleep.

*Gwaine clutches on his hair like a fair maiden*

*Guinevere wants to be put to death rather than to listen to Arthur trying to be funny, again*

*Elyan is fast asleep because Arthur’s talks vary from animals documentaries to history documentaries*

*Percival reins in Gwaine from getting killed*

*Leon nods and smiles, trying to be supportive, but his laughs are so fake, Merlin shoots him daggers from across the table*

*Lancelot takes videos so he can re-play them when he’s sad, and threaten Merlin with them*

Bonus:

*Merthur going back to their home after the night ended at four in the morning, just because Arthur insisted on explaining how adorable sharks actually are*

*cuddling on the bed, Arthur on Merlin’s chest*

Arthur: It was a funny night, wasn’t it☺️🥰😊?

Merlin, tired to the bones and pecking Arthur on his temple: Of course it was, you made everyone laugh *rubs his shoulder*

Arthur: Yeah, I did☺️🥰😌🤍✨ *happily goes to sleep*

(Merlin will need to find a way to tell his husband that he’s probably the most boring man he ever met in his entire life)

I NEED A FIC ENTIRELY LIKE THIS😭

[physalian]

Gentle reminder that the “it makes me happy I don’t care if it’s bad” excuse won’t help you in the long run.

Saying this now in the wake of TikTok, to any and all flocking back to it because they miss their comfort nonsense videos and don’t want to think about the big picture.

But it came from having a friend who is an alcoholic who, despite making over 50% more than I do, lives paycheck to paycheck because of their spending habits, alcohol included. Their defense? “It makes me happy and I deserve things that make me happy when my life is terrible.”

What I implore them to hear instead of just criticism: Find something else that makes you happy.

Nobody is a bad person for wanting to escape the shit reality we’ve just run back into like an abusive ex.

But does doomscrolling really make you happy? Does letting the hours burn by watching funny videos make you fulfilled?

You can take baby steps, no need to quit cold turkey. Say, 20 minutes of the time you would spend on TikTok (or wherever you get your fraught escape) go do something else.

Go start a puzzle you’ll never finish. Rearrange your bedroom. Redecorate. Walk around the block. Lie in bed and listen to music. Take a bath. Take a nap. Give your pet some love. Organize a deck of cards by number then by suit and mess it all up again. Play dress-up with the clothes you never get to wear. Watch the rain. Be bored.

Be bored and be okay with your own thoughts and you might surprise yourself.

[mary-annstories158]

Nobody asked, but here is my melodramattic headcanons (with huge inspiration from post of @ccmatta )

Mello has OCD, and also struggles with high anxiety and unstable self-esteem.

Matt is definitely autistic, and most likely also dyslexic. His special interests are computers, video games and Mello, in some way.

Matt has a huge collection of different game consoles, he's truly fan of retro, so he prefers Dendy over new PlayStations, and PSP over Nintendo Switch.

When Matt arrived at Wammy's, people thought, that he couldn't speak, but the truth is that he doesn't find it that much necessary, and speaks only when it makes any sense for him. He doesn't like waist his energy, bcs he doesn't have that much of it

At first, Mello didn't care about his new room-neighbor, which was Matt, bcs all previous neighbors didn't stay for a long. Personal space for Mello was one of the most precious things in life, so he made an effort for living alone as long, as possible.

Children at Wammy's thought, that Mello is arrogant and unpleasant, but Matt was the first, who tried to discover Mello's true personality (cause he was curious to know what his neighbor was like).

When Mello was a teen, he secretly loved boys bands, but never admitted it, even to Matt. Matt accidentally reveals that, while one of them car trips, somewhere in the middle of Mello's playlist "I want it that way" by Backstreet boys started play. It was kinda embarrassing and funny and the same time, and after, Matt never lose an opportunity to make jokes about it.

Matt loves drink beer, but he rarely does it bcs Mello doesn't like, when he gets drunk. Drunk Matt is quieter and sadder, than usually. Mello also doesn't like drinking, because he is scared to lose control over situation and his own behavior.

Matt's love languagues are quality time and act of service, Mello's are physical touch and also quality time. Their favorites way to spend time together are car trips somewhere and parallel play.

Matt tried to get interested Mello in video games, but for most of Matt's favorites he usually lacked patience. But he loves play Tetris on Matt's GameBoy, bcs it helps him thinking abt something, that he worries.

Mello thinks, that his emotionality is his biggest weaknesses, but Matt do anything to reassure him, that it isn't true. At the same time Matt is insecure abt his neurodivergency and thinks, that he's a burden for someone as capable and ambitious as Mello.

Matt got his glasses as a gift from Mello, when he notice, that his friend struggles with bright light most of the time. Mello always tries to help Matt get through all his shutdowns and overwhelming situations, he usually holds his hand or just lies next to him on the bed without touching him. He also can read something to him, bcs Matt finds Mello's voice comfortable and soothing.

It was my first time, doing such a thing, I hope somebody will enjoyed it, as much, as I do

[punky-blowfish]

These are common in the area where I live, and I'd been noticing them for years, but never knowing what they're called because I only ever noticed them after startling them into taking off into flight.

Their plumage blends in really well, so I only ever saw the white spot above their tail on their small brownish-greyish bodies as they flew away, so for about a decade I called them "rabbit-birds" (it looks like a cotton-tail skedaddling after you startle it— also a common experience in my neighborhood). I finally figured out who they were last year after combing through Merlin, because "brownish bird with white spot on its back" is not very good for ID. What finally clinched it for me was finding a video of them in flight— they do this odd stuttering flutter-glide-flutter-glide.

Anyways congrats on the photo OP! sorry to derail you haha, I just thought it was funny that the moment you finally captured is the moment that I most associate w these lil guys

ANYWAY I FINALLY GOT A GOOD PICTURE OF A NORTHERN FLICKER TAKING OFF IN FLIGHT

I've been trying to since around late February or early March of last year, so almost as long as I've been doing this. I'm really fucking stoked about it.

[holymaccaronii]

AM gives off the vibe that sing/argue something like the video below when BE finds out about what he did (nuking the entire world and torturing and all) you know before he captures her. ESPECIALLY if she got the details on the psychodramas COUGH COUGH NIMDOK COUGH AGISJGHLSC

https://youtu.be/XU6XGoZHBsU?si=1QnfwX-fFrhxdaJi

Also it’d just be funny to his voice sing this ngl

LMFAOOO yea I think it’d be hilarious as well but pretty fucked up for BE 😭

(the song is Hi, FBI by JREG on YouTube for the ones who can access the link)

[gertritude-art]

HEARTBREAKING: local food blogger thinks it's funny to put on a rude persona in their recipe videos

[tisorridalamor]

Here are some I really like! Mostly video essayists lol :)

letstalkaboutstuff: One of my all time fav video essayists, she's super knowledgeable about films and film making and I love her vids dearly. If you've played Tunic, I recommend her vid on it but if you haven't, then check out her vid on Knives Out <3

LadyEmilyPresents: She's known better as the cowriter for Sarah Z (didn't include her cause I was trying list lesser known channels lol), but she makes her own video essays too! Recommended vid: A Narrative Analysis of the Spider-Man Musical.

memedokies: Artist that animates, makes plushies, and decorates cake! She's always doing something new and her style is so unique and iconic!

TheOctopusLady: Covers marine biology and ocean creatures, the weirder the better! Recommended video: Why Do Humpback Whales Swim Thousands of Miles To Starve?

Li Speaks: Video essays exploring the early 2000s web, usually focused on girls media like GirlsGoGames, Barbiegirls.com, etc.

eurothug4000: Mostly discusses horror games, older titles, and weird lesser known video games

Bizabizow: Discusses video game plush design, music trivia, character design, and more! She's really funny and cozy to listen to. Recommended vid: Musical Secrets of Splatoon

JamiePaigeIRL: Vocal synth musician who also makes great music vids!! I recently got back into the vocal synth scene, mostly through her music. Highly recommend especially if you're a Kasane Teto fan. Recommended vid: Machine Love (feat. Kasane Teto)

hhhazel: Usually makes weird (positive) vids on anime, sometimes video games or internet culture. Occasionally NSFW topics fyi. Her editing and writing are top notch! Recommended vid: a normal creepypasta retrospective is an amazing love letter to creepypasta with a twist, but if you want something more normal check out Ranking Anime Denny's

AtrocityGuide: Video essays on spooky, weird, and dark topics. Unlike a lot of youtubers who cover topics like these, I find her to be very respectful

bapsago: Channel focused on retro dating sims! Her perspective is really interesting to hear since she played some of these games when they came out and knows what the gaming landscape was like at the time :)

Crowcaller: Reviewer of terrible books, often in the YA realm. She runs a wordpress blog as well and her youtube vids are usually audio versions of her blog posts! I discovered her when her review of the TikTok romantasy book LightLark went viral

Noralities: Discusses anime! I wasn't going to include her cause she hadn't updated in a while but I checked her patreon and she has a vid coming out soon :) She has her own playlist of video essays by women here too!

For perhaps obvious reasons I have been spending more time on youtube recently and I decided to go through my almost 200 subscriptions (many of whom don't post any more) only to find to my horror that only like 12 of them were primarily/woman-hosted youtube channels. And 3 of them don't post anymore.

Please give me your favorite female YouTubers + a short description of the kind of content they post if you can pleeeease

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

A new challenger approaches (slowly)

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[rambles-about-minecraft-ocs]

one of my favorite things about zedaph is that on a server full of people that find strange and oft-overlooked minecraft mechanics or rare events and then see just how far they can push them in the name of spectacle or efficiency or world-breaking, zed is over here finding these mechanics in order to do the weirdest things he can think of in as entertaining a manner as possible

like i 100% have faith in zedaph's theoretical ability to be just as efficient or spectacular or world-breaking. if he wanted to do that stuff, i trust that he absolutely could. but thats so far from being his priority. instead, hes going to spend around a week of irl time focused entirely on eventually having the good luck to spawn in something insanely rare so that he can convert it into something even rarer, the result of which being something that 99% of the server reacts with complete and utter shock that it even exists in the first place, just because its zany and funny and he wanted to. and i love that

[wine-dark-soup]

thinking about the time my coworkers gave me shit for playing video games again because i just realized how hard it is to explain games to people who don't play at all.

THAT BEING SAID. It is very funny in a vacuum that i cant explain how a fucking game changed my life without explaining first that it's full of frilly catboys and that we like gathering by groups of 8 to kill moth god every week. Yes the catboys. They are killing god. With their bow that's a guitar. YES we find this fun. YES it's fun to hunt a few squirrels at level five and yes the very principle of smashing buttons in a specific order to fight is thrilling to some people. Yes we have an in-game economy and i swear it's not boring - listen i WILL craft food there IS a point i prommy. But also did you know that let there be no way back. from that temptation i sunder us. No more shall man have wings to bear him to paradise. henceforth he shall walk. As a catboy

[echosong971]

i wish every sniper on the roof in this game a very [metal pipe sound]

[aru-art]

t4t misery