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cxyotl · 2 years
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alright heres a list of my comfort videos. lmk if you see a pattern.
-quackity’s deleted phasmophobia vod ft jschlatt sapnap gnf and karl
-“carrying technoblade in minecraft monday” video by jschlatt/“ruining minecraft monday w/ jschlatt” by technoblade when im really goin through it and need the entire video
-24 hour jambo cam vod
-“how do i deal with death” by jschlatt
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morganbritton132 · 2 months
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Eddie’s just trying to show off his new guitar picks on his TIkTok account while in the background, this conversation is happening:
Steve: Want some m&ms?
Robin, holding out her hand: When I was a kid, I would assign each of my family members a color of m&m and then eat them in order of who I liked the least to who I liked the most.
Steve: Who did you eat last?
Robin: My cat, Lucy. She was the brown one. I would swallow them whole so I wouldn’t hurt her chewing.
Steve: Makes sense
Steve: What color would I be?
Robin: Blue
Steve: *fist pumps*
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umbrify · 4 months
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With Hermitcraft season 9 coming to a close, I wanted to pull up this clip from Joe Hills’ ten year anniversary stream. It’s a clip I think about often.
Joe: I— it’s so hard, like, to say goodbye to ten seasons— or— ten years, of Hermitcraft. But then, I guess, I realize, I don’t have to, because we’re gonna go make more.
It just… it reminds me that we’re not saying goodbye, y’know? And there’s always a bit of that somber energy around a season ending, as exciting as it is otherwise, so I’ve been thinking about this again. Immediately after that clip, Joe goes on to talk about plans that they all have for an event the following day, and it’s just…
It’s okay. There will be more Hermitcraft tomorrow.
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im a Bit late to the "kill this guy meme w/ your comfort characters" but in my defense:
:]c
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archiarthur · 1 year
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The Texan rizz
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jestroer · 1 month
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Anyways the Docbeef game on the ZITS olympics was insane
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wiggly-round-worm · 1 year
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I’ll be honest i HATE the way the QSMP fanbase is treating Gegg and Tallulah. Like Gegg literally just appears, bro hasn’t done a single thing and people start talking about how they want him to die 😭 ?? And Tallulah starts feeling insecure trough no fault of Gegg and the Gegg tag just EXPLODES with hate. I’m a big petty baby and i don’t like seeing /neg in the tags bro. It just kinda feels like tallulahs the golden child who can do no wrong and Geggs the scapegoat who’s blamed for everything, and i feel like people are already taking it too far
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transnapsap · 4 months
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people who make sapnap out to be this big mean badass edgy guy or someone who wont say ily to his friends are so fucking funny to me. like besides dream sometimes he's the loviest in the dream team, ESPECIALLY vocally. he'll talk all day about how much he loves dream and george, he'll protect his friends at whatever cost, he loves animals so much, he got two kittens because he didn't want to leave the other alone, he loves SO MUCH and he's so loud about it, he is so unafraid to say i love you to his friends and it's so beautiful.
like you're telling me that the guy who once said he doesn't have to be tricked into saying he loves dream is this big mean monster? really???
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brittie-frog · 4 months
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Watching Tubbo's and Fit's streams and I can't wait for Bagi to return and hear everything that Empanada's been up to:
- broke their rest agreement on Friday to do lore
- got shot at by evil!Forever/Never and forced to do child labour
- had a sleepover with Sunny and Tubbo in their 3x3 bunker after the traumatic day
- celebrated Tubbo's birthday with Sunny, Fit, Ramon and briefly Tallulah and gave him a drawing
- got given bombs by domestic terrorist Santa and then proceeded to shoot Sunny so she could get hungry
- watched Tubbo build an avocado farming machine
- made a tea party with Sunny outside the factory
She's so adorable, literally watched Tubbo's stream today purely to see if Em woke up. She's already gone to bed but she is sick so expected she wants to go rest.
Edit: I forgot the new cat she got as a present from Ramon I want to know what she named it. Also she returned and they're all laying on the train tracks waiting to be hit... babysitter Tubbo is a vibe. A very different vibe to babysitter bad I think.
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*passes $20 to myself*
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catiuskaa · 5 months
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The rain falls [the sky doesn’t]
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rain sucks. for you, to the very least, it’s a major problem. but your boyfriend knows something is wrong, and is determined to help you, because even if rain falls, the sky doesn’t.
because it rains a lot where I live and the prompt ‘i am afraid of something + taking care of s/o’ has me weak on my fluffy lil heart. and because i’m nervous of my exams. teehee.
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「♪♪ ♡ 🌃 ♡ ♪♪」
It wasn’t the same.
He knew he could be overthinking it, but something had to be wrong. He knew it the moment he heard the door close and there was no sort of welcoming— no “honey, I’m home!” said with a giggle, no hugs or kisses. You hadn’t even moved to your shared room—, where he had been resting, waiting for your arrival.
You two had moved together not too long ago, so, whatever was going on, he hoped that it wasn’t a problem related to how busy his schedule had been or something that he couldn’t fix.
Even if most of the people he knew would say “Hyunjin? Clueless, the man can’t get a thing,” this was right in front of him, like a missing center piece of a puzzle that is almost done. And it was you the one on the core of the issue, so of course, this was maximum priority.
Silently confused, he tilted his head on the doorframe, in a kind of cartoonish way. His eyebrows shot up when he noticed your figure on the sofa, coat and bag still on, feet hanging off the couch so you wouldn’t get it dirty.
Oh, it was that bad? He winced silently. It tugged at his chest, tightening feeling growing slowly.
“Hey there, lovely.” He greeted in a murmur, bending down on his knees, stroking your hair softly. He noticed how wet and damp it felt under his touch, as if you hadn’t bothered to use the umbrella that you carried around and that rested right in front of the door, left to dry.
You let out a strange sort of whine, and that gave out your unsteady breathing, his face quickly displaying innocent worry.
“F-fuck,” you cursed, sniffing, quickly brushing away your tears, yet more came to replace those.
“Oh, baby,” he cupped his face with your hands, wiping your cheeks with his thumbs, stroking in a soothing motion. “Lovely, why are you crying?”
You sobbed, pouting, stopping your failed attempts on hiding your face as he sweetly caged your face in his big hands, almost directly in front of his.
“I-it’s stupid.”
He frowned, a gesture almost unnoticeable.
“Yeah. And Seungmin says I’m intelligent.”
You snorted softly, and that made some of his worry go away, smiling at you softly. He pressed a small kiss on your forehead, so warm, so home, so Hyunjin, that your smile stayed in place, even if tears were still coming out.
“S-so… I uh…” He nodded, encouraging you to keep speeking and you sniffed, trying to look for the correct words.
A lightning illuminated the room, but it was the sound of thunder that rumbled under its walls, and for you, it seemed that the place had shattered into pieces. You squirmed in your place, hiding in the arms of Hyunjin, who hugged you, passing his hands, warm to the touch, under your cold and wet coat, quickly taking it off and covering you both with the blanket you kept to watch movies on the couch.
He cooed softly, your head hidden on the crook of his neck as he pecked you so tenderly, so sweetly, that you couldn’t help but let out a sigh full of anxiety, now curling up on Hyunjin’s lap, the sounds of the storm feeling further away as his slow-paced breathing calmed you down.
“My little taco.” He hummed with a cheeky smile as he had wrapped you in the blanket, only your face free from the soft fabric. “Do you want to talk about it?”
You thought about it, then shook your head sideways. Somehow, saying you were afraid of storms made them more unbearable. As if you couldn’t hide or escape from them anymore.
He moved both of you, now laying down on the sofa as he took your shoes off and then rested his head on your lap.
But, umpromptedly, his eyes shined as he looked at you.
“Lovely, I’ve been wanting to do something with you for a while,” he started. “If you feel too afraid, we don’t need to do it, we can always come back inside.”
He hesitated. Should he say it out loud? He had felt how putting your fear to words made you even more anxious. So, instead, he didn’t.
Standing up, he went to get his raincoat and his boots, taking another for you, the one you were wearing at the moment being far too drenched to wear again. He hung it close to the radiator and then helped you in your boots. And also threw one of his sweaters over your head, and you gripped the sleeves, feeling as long as always.
Hyunjin took your hands in his, walking backwards to the door, but not taking any umbrella. He stared at you lovingly as he waited for you to ask or refrain from leaving, but you nodded, still quite unsure.
He giggled, hands cradling your face and planting a big smooch on your lips, his fruit flavoured chapstick lingering on you.
Without letting go of your hand, like a kid on Christmas day, he excitedly went to the entrance of the building, now both of you standingin front of the main door, rain pouring down on the other side of the glass.
He took his phone and pressed play, happily handing you a pair of headphones, connecting both his and yours with the adaptor that you had teased him for buying a while ago.
The known melody tingled in your ears, Frank Sinatra’s voice filling your ears and your chest because Hyunjin looked so cute as he stared at you, unsure of opening the door until you gave him a sign, looking so squishable and —god, you could bite him he looked so cute—.
You let out a sigh, but with the music, hearing the rain was almost imposible, and that helped with your nerves, the instrumental on the track setting a beat for your nervous heart to follow.
“I chose this because you played it yesterday, and uh, I, well…” Hyunjin said, failing to hide a quiver in his voice.
“It’s a good song. It’s ok.” You smiled, and squeezed his hand. “It’s cheesy. Like you.”
He laughed, more relaxed. “You were the one who was screaming the chorus the other day, shouting ‘fly me to the moon’ so loud the neighbours though you were an astronaut.”
You both chuckled out of nervousness, out of a weird excitement that he glued to you.
You nodded, and both of you got out to the rain.
You flinched at the wet and cold feeling, your skin shivering at the sharp feeling of it, but you were too bothered, looking at Hyunjin, smiling, laughing, having fun, that you smiled too.
Hyunjin smiled back at you cheekily.
“Now we dance, because I’m so cheesy and you love it.”
He held you closer by your waist, lulling your body softly to the music in your headphones.
Hyunjin rested his forehead against yours as he started singing, and you lowered the volume of the headphones to listen to him better.
The rain had never looked so beautiful until he appeared on the frame.
soft hours.
「♪♪ ♡ 🌃 ♡ ♪♪」
~Kats, who lives in a place that could rain all month and because it has been raining so much got inspired (and also because procrastination is the king of good ideas to write)
ps. I seriously wrote this in 30 minutes without making any sound. I hadn’t written anything in months. I’m so fucking proud of myself.
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jojo-schmo · 4 months
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I made myself a personal playlist with the fnaf songs I like (because wow I’ve missed out on like five years of bangers and need to catch up!!). I thought I would make myself a playlist cover with my precious Helpy bear to inspire even more joy from it!! He stole/borrowed DJ Music Man’s headphones. :3
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mishapen-dear · 8 months
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Im still thinking about bbh i cant help it. He wasnt going to bring skeppy onto the island. He was hoping that he’d get skeppy, but he was going to stick to his guns and leave the extra player up to islander vote. can you imagine? thats how much he loves them. thats how much he wants to be fair to them. he was going to let them choose, even when they all expected him to force skeppy onto the island, but he was going to let them choose. And it means that, for his current arc, he’s not grieving the loss of skeppy. he already knew there was a chance he wouldnt get him. Maybe that chance didnt become real until he actually lost, but it was never a guarantee that he’d get his skeppy.
bad is falling apart from the Stressors of the island and he is desperately trying not to. skeppy is his comfort blanket. skeppy is the reminder that, whatever happens here, bad cannot lose everything. Its not grief. Its “im not okay. I need help. he isnt here to help me, but if i pretend he is, maybe he can help me through it anyway.” maybe if skeppy where there, he’d know how to fix it. maybe if skeppy where there, bad wouldnt be falling apart at all.
just. he’s not okay. he asked Foolish for a hug. he spends so much time alone. he spends so much time with the eggs. when theyre gone, the skeppies will still be there. he misses him, and he loves the islanders so much he was going to give them the choice, and he cant ask them for help in any way that they can understand. he’s helping himself the only way he knows how- by clinging to his skeppy. and its still not enough
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veggieharumaki · 7 months
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Uhhhh here take random building study ft. CS:GO gnf
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the-mighty-het-speaks · 6 months
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A Preview of James Hetfield's Messengers Book
EET FUK, Courtesy of ESP Guitars
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fanficlerontheroof · 1 year
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