“Sometimes a family can just be you, a mother (Etho), a father (Stress), a brother (Mumbo), a toddler (Grian), Santa Claus (Doc), and the neighbor from down the street (Beef).”
“While I’m an uncle enjoyer, I don’t claim myself to be an uncle professional,” - Uncle Iskall, who mercilessly mocks his 3yo nephews for their subpar Minecraft skills and messy present unwrapping abilities.
The Life series players should make a new series where a player is crowned king (maybe the first king is determined by someone whose birthday is coming up) and creates a tourney for the others to compete in to win the crown, and the new king gets to create their own challenges to win the crown from them--
as much as i love Bdubs and Etho acting like an old married couple (and i do, very much so), there’s something so special about two old friends just being quietly silly together
Bdubs Cyberpunk city! I don't know if I want to colour this in or not, but here's it so far :] also i. Hardly used my sketch in this lmao. Click for better quality
fucking love when I'm on a call with someone and they start to do a little errand or go somewhere else and they say "and you're coming with me" like. absolutely I am let's go on an adventure I've been spirited away
i will say going from grian and joels minecraft videos where they just went balls to the wall 74 tnt leaving a fucking moon sized crater versus going to iskalls where he's using five and asking ren and beef to make sure they're okay with this, as he can't unrig it and it'll leave a crater is just so funny. iskall's being so careful to make sure they understand the consequences of their actions and grian and joel are like GO GO GO GO GO IF THIS DOESN'T KILL HIM WE WILL JUST USE A CONSTANTLY EXPANDING NUMBER OF TNT GOD IS DEAD AND WE BLEW HIM THE FUCK UP
directors using colorful or "impossible" lighting to convey mood and meaning and beauty my beloved. directors making night scenes impossible to see for the sake of realism my beloathed.
My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.
I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.
I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.
I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.
I learned to love books because my father loved them first.
How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.