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Sadly the gameplay of this Uno footage corrupted but I did manage to get @kryozgaming mic screwing up incredible. VOLUME WARNING! (via. @MiniLaddd on twitter)
Craig Thompson/Mini Ladd is a fucking warrior and deserves all the love he gets for going through so much and still trying to make others happy.
Like and reblog if you agree.
I could go ON AND ON about all the things that make Craig such a wonderful human being. But I bet all y'all that are reading this know this.
This has been stuck in my head for 3 days!!!! It’s the full song!!
These are amazing
SMIIYOZ HEADCANONS
QUICK NOTE: I have no clue how many of these I put down but please don’t hit me bc these two are gay and rr in love ok
There’s so many of them tho that they’re all under the cut, oopsies :’)
ALSO THIS IS DEDICATED TO @just-a-fandom-mess
Keep reading
99.9% of my Ships and OTPs are gay, sooooo😂. This blog is safe for everyone!!
Reblog if you're not homophobic
Every url that reblog’s will be written in a book and shown to my homophobic dad.
I think imma do this too, school is ending soon and I will be bored, so tell meh what number and what ship!
Drabble Challenge!
Repost this. Followers/Readers send numbers to your Ask. You write a fic/drabble using that line in your piece. Have fun! Expect a ton of requests!!
“That’s starting to get annoying”
“Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”
“You can’t just sit there all day.”
“I’m too sober for this.”
“I’m not here to make friends.”
“I need a place to stay.”
“Well, that’s tragic.”
“You’re seriously like a man-child.”
“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”
“The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”
“Dear Diary, …”
“She’s hiding behind the sofa.”
“I lost our baby.”
“They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”
“I’d kill for a coffee…literally.”
“You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”
“Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”
“What’s the matter, sweetie?”
“You’re Satan.”
“I don’t want to hear your excuse. You can’t just give me wet-willies.”
“I’m bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me.”
“Did you just hiss at me?”
“Do you really need all that candy?”
“It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”
“I swear, I’m not crazy!!!”
“The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.”
“No. Regrets.”
“How drunk was I?”
“How is my wife more badass than me?”
“Be you. No one else can.”
“I haven’t slept in ages.”
“I locked the keys in the car.”
“Are you sure that’s the decision you want to make?”
“You work for me. You are my slave.”
“Take your medicine.”
“They’re monsters.”
“Welcome to fatherhood.”
“Why can’t you appreciate my sense of humor?”
“It’s your turn to make dinner.”
“The kids, they ambushed me.”
“Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass!!!”
“Stop being so cute.”
“I feel like I can’t breathe.”
“You need to see a doctor.”
“You’re getting a vasectomy. That’s final.”
“I was a joke, baby. I swear.”
“Dogs don’t wear clothes!”
“I didn’t think you could get any less romantic…”
“Safety first. What are you? FIVE?”
“This is girl talk, so leave.”
“Where am I going? Crazy. Wanna come?”
“There’s a herd of them!”
“Do you think I’m scared of a woman?”
“They’re not your kids, back the f*ck off.”
“You’re a nerd.”
“I’m late.”
“Just get home as soon as possible, okay?!”
“You smell like a wet dog.”
“I could punch you right now.”
“Are you going to talk to me?”
“Welcome back. Now fucking help me.”
“If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?”
“Flea markets don’t carry fleas, you know?”
“Here, take my blanket.”
“I don’t want you to stop.”
“How could I ever forget about you?”
“You’re bleeding all over my carpet.”
“Run for it!”
“We need to talk.”
“Not everyone is out to get you. Stop thinking that. It’s annoying.”
“I want a pet.”
“Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”
“I’m not wearing a dress.”
“I’m not wearing a tie.”
“Quit beating me up!”
“Please put your penis away.”
“It’s a Texas thing.”
“Don’t argue. Just do it.”
“I hope I’m never stuck with you on a deserted island.”
“Does he know about the baby?”
“Hold still.”
“I just ironed these pants!”
“Enough with the sass!”
“Show me what’s behind your back.”
“I’m not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor.”
“Fine, don’t say anything and make me worry.”
“Stay awake.”
“STOP INTERRUPTING ME!”
“You’re not interested, are you?”
“I’m not buying ikea furniture again.”
“Tell me you need me.”
“Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you.”
“I’m telling you. I’m haunted.”
“I had a bad dream again.”
“Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween.”
“It’s Christmas, don’t be mad at me.”
“You’re not going to starve yourself on Thanksgiving.”
“The store ran out of Easter eggs.”
“How could you forget your son’s birthday?”
“You can only suffer through my whining for so long until you get up and make me a sandwich.”
Visit @prompt-bank for more prompts!!
#bbsrarepairtime
STARTING THIS APRIL (2018)-
IT’S BBS RAREPAIR TIME!
🌟 What-in-the-hell is this?
This is a monthly event to celebrate the rarepairs in our fandom!
🌟 How can I join?
Every month, from the 1st until the 3rd, all you need to do is post a work of a BBS rarepair and tag it with #bbsrarepairtime so that I can reblog your work here!
🌟 What do you mean by “work”?
Art, writing, doodles/drabbles, aesthetics, playlists- anything and everything is welcome!! What’s really important is that you have fun with your creations :D
🌟 What is/isn’t a rarepair?
This link is a full list of pairings that are not considered rarepairs. You’re free to create content for them on these days of course, as long as you don’t tag #bbsrarepairtime.
Guidelines:
>| Please tag #bbsrarepairtime within the first five of your tags.
>| Make sure to tag the pairing as well. If you’re unsure about the ship name, tag all of the possible combinations and “[name]/name]” or “[name]x[name]”.
>| Please don’t tag the members who use tumblr / are uncomfortable with shipping (eg: mini, bryce etcetc). RPF (shipping) should stay within the fandom as much as possible. It will make them uncomfortable to search their tag and find that it has a lot of shipping. However, tagging our fandom “banana bus squad” is OK! If you have a tag for BBS ships (eg: # banana boat, # bbship) those are OK to tag of course.
>| Do not police other people’s work. I better not see anyone saying shit like “why would you ship that it doesn’t make sense”. This is an event to embrace all the ships- no matter how obscure it seems at first sight. Ask the original poster about the ship and I’m sure 9 outta 10 they’re more than happy to talk about it!
[ additional notes about this event ]
Most importantly; have fun and don’t stress yourself!
Moo Snuckel String Art
This didn’t turn out as good as I wanted it too and I’m a bit disappointed in myself that it didn’t. But I hope you all like it.
This is my absolute favorite thing I’ve ever made XD
Edit: This got placed 1st in my art class…
Edit 2: In 10 years I’m probably gonna pull this out of a box in my own house and stare at it.
I’ll remember the reason I made it and the person it is meant for and I’ll cry.
I’ll cry because that person meant so much to me and saved my life so many times and this was the one thing I could do to show them that I was apart of the family they created.
Then I’ll hang it up somewhere to look at it and always remember what that person did for me.
Thank you Brian
This is Darkiplier.
He protects what’s His, and will destroy anyone and anything that He considers a threat.
Seeing His image on your Tumblr dashboard means any Internet curse, any chain email, any “if you don’t reblog you’re a terrible person” post…
…has just been neutralized by His very presence on your dash.
If you reblog Him, He’ll continue to protect you from any such things. So you can rest easy now, knowing that you’re safe from all of that.
After all, you’re His now.
You’re welcome.
The family Brock over looked
A/N: Heyoo guys, I hope you have all be wonderful these past few days. I got this idea a few days ago and decided to write it.
This mainly focus’ on Brock, or Moosnuckel, and how he realized his family. I really hope you all like this.
Ships: Mentioned H2ovanoss, Daithidecalibre, terrornuckel, and more.
Please enjoy,
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Brock had always wanted to be a parent, he’d always wanted kids in general. He’d see kids holding their parents hand while crossing the street or playing at the park when he drove by, and he’d silently wish that one day he would be able to do that.
That dream was crushed, however, the second he and the others created BBS, or Banana Bus Squad, and started rising to the tops of most powerful gangs in Los Santos.
But that didn’t stop him from silently wishing so, or staying awake at night next to Brian envisioning a life where they could raise a kid and have a family together.
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Brock grinned to himself as he watched everyone; Brian, Evan, Jonathan, Tyler, Craig, Lui, Nogla, Smitty, John, Marcel, And even Scotty; sit around the giant living space, joking and laughing with one another as they ate his homemade meal.
Smitty was wrapped up in John’s arms, yelling ‘YEET’ as he threw an empty water bottle across the room, hitting Jonathan in the head as he perched on Evan’s lap.
Tyler and Craig double over in laughter, followed by Nogla’s booming laugh and Lui’s small giggles.
Brian snorted from his seat by Brock’s side, the Irish man’s arm around his waist.
Just seeing them all happy made Brock the happiest man in the world.
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If Brock could have the family he always wanted,
he would protect them with his life,
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Brock let out a scream of outrage as he put himself in between an injured Tyler and his attacker, not about to let the fucker hurt his family again.
“ Don’t touch him!”
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Comfort them when they were hurt,
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Brock gently wiped the tears out of Smitty’s eyes and pulled him into a soft hug, as he finished stitching up, what was, a bullet wound.
“ Shh, it’s over now. No more pain, you can rest now, it’s okay.” He whispered, rocking the white haired boy back and forth, making him drift off to sleep, right in his arms.
“ I’m right here.”
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Or scared,
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Brock caged Lui tightly in his arms, trying his best to shield him from the loud booms and cracks of the thunder storm raging outside. The usually bright male, lay trembling in his arms, utterly terrified.
Brock could feel tears staining the front of his shirt and tightening his grip, he whispered;
“ You’re safe, I promise; I’ll always keep you safe. I’ll always be right here, right here with you.”
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and take care of them when they were sick.
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As Brock pressed the cool cloth to Nogla’s head, he sung softly;
“ Goodnight, goodnight It's time now to sleep Moo’s watching over You and your dreams Goodnight, goodnight My sweet Irish one Tomorrow your eyes They will light up the sun But goodnight, goodnight Sweet dreams for now Drift off to sleep On your pillow of clouds Goodnight, goodnight My sweet Irish friend Tomorrow's adventures They will soon begin Tomorrow's adventures Will soon begin”
As he finished the song, he leaned down and gently kissed the top of Nogla’s head.
“ Sweet dreams David, you’ll feel better in no time. I promise, until then, I’ll be right here.”
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He wanted to be someone they felt they could come to about anything,
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“ -And he’s just so cute! And he does this thing, whenever he shoots, with his tongue and I just… I just can’t! It’s so cute Brock! You don’t understand!” Marcel whined, throwing his hands into the air.
Brock smiled knowingly, he’d seen the way Scott shot and how Marcel always stared, almost with literal hearts in his eyes, and it always brought a smile to his face. The two of them were both so in love with each other that they didn’t notice the feeling was mutual.
And as much as the guys acted big and tough on heists and in public, they were really just a bunch of softies with emotional issues.
“ Well,you could just tell him.” Brock said confidentially, having had a similar conversation with Scott a few days prior.
Marcel looked at him then, eyes wide.
“ But, what if he doesn’t feel the same? I’d ruin the only bond I have with him!”
“ He’ll feel the same way, trust me.” He promised, and he’d always remember how happy Marcel looked after he’d said that, how hopeful and Enthusiastic he was as he left to go find Scott shorty after nearly hugging Brock to death.
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And could always feel safe around,
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Yawning, Brock stretched his arms above his head and looked around; realizing he’d fallen asleep on the couch.
As he move to get up, a weight on his legs made him pause, looking down he couldn’t help but chuckle, for Evan lay curled up, as big of a male as he was, with his head resting on his right thigh, fast asleep.
Deciding that waking him up wouldn’t be a good idea, for the leader of the group had enough problems as it was with planning and keeping tabs on everything that happened in the city, he decided to return to his original position and go back to sleep, all while gently carding his fingers through the Asians' hair.
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But he knew that would never happen and the thought saddened Brock;
and pretty soon he was falling into a deep depression.
He tried to act normal, like nothing was wrong so no one would notice, but he wasn’t the type of person to hide how he felt. He was like an open book, every mood he felt was easily read.
Some days were better than other.
Some days he could go out and see families together and not feel like he was drowning in an ocean of sadness; but others, like today, all he wanted to do was hide away and never think about the life he would never have,
Or the parent he could never be.
Brock knew a break down was coming, he’d been there to witness all the guys’ and knew the signs. So, when he felt his throat tighten up and his eyes dampen, he went back to Brian and his room and hid inside their closet; wanting to be somewhere dark and quiet, and he cried.
He let it all out in that moment, alone in the dark of his shared closet, he let it all out. His eyes burned as tears ran down his cheeks and his chest felt like it was being crushed with how hard it was to breathe. He was so lost in his head that he didn’t hear his name being called, or the closet door being ripped opened.
He didn’t hear Brian shouting for him to breathe, to calm down and talk to him. He didn’t hear the pounding feet of the others, or their worried voices. He couldn’t hear any of it, he only heard the screaming in his head, or was he actually screaming? He didn’t know, but soon enough he was covered in darkness,
And then silence.
Blissful silence.
He felt like he was floating, like he was drifting weightlessly through space. There was no light and the only sound was just a soft hum, barely even there. His body felt heavy, like he had been sleeping for a long time and had just woken up. Everything came back all at once and Brock opened his eyes,
Brock winced and shut his eyes quickly as light flooded into them, blinding him momentarily. Giving them a few moments to adjust, Brock took in his surroundings. He was on a bed, his bed, and that meant he was in his room. Listening, he tried to see if he was alone, he wasn’t. Voices he recognized, belonging to Brian and Evan, talked quietly somewhere to the right of his bed.
“ What do you think caused it?” That was Evan, Brock could recognize that voice anywhere; it was the same with everyone else too.
He knew each of their voices by heart. He even knew who left what messes in the kitchen and training room, based on what food and what equipment was left out. He even knew who left the tv on by accident depending on what channel was playing.
“ I don’t know, but whatever it is, it’s been bothering him for a while now. I was just hoping he would have come to me and talked about it sooner, before it got this bad.” And that was Brian, his voice, so calming to Brock, always making him feel so safe and protected; now made him feel guilty and sad. He hadn’t meant to make him worry.
Deciding to make his presence known, Brock opened his eyes and sat up, eyes widening as he realized that there were more people in his room than he originally thought.
Smitty and john lay, fast asleep, on the floor beside the bed wrapped up in each other’s arms on a makeshift mattress. Beside them was Marcel and Scott, with Scott being the big spoon and Marcel the little one. On the other side of the room, spread out on the couch, was Tyler and Craig. Craig fast asleep on top of Tyler’s chest. On the opposite side of the bed, saem as Smitty and John, was Nogla and Lui; with Nogla’s head buried in Lui’s chest.
Staring a little wide eyed, Brock froze. He hadn’t expected to wake up to them all being so close, and for how long he didn’t know, it was just a bit surprising.
“ None of them have moved all night. They were too worried about you, we all were.” Jonathan said, his voice startling Brock out of his mind. He hadn’t even noticed the man standing beside the bed and if he hadn’t of spoken up, Brock doubted he would have even known he was there unless he turned to look behind him.
“ Why?” The question was slipping out before Brock had a chance to stop it, startling those who were awake. Evan looked baffled, like he had just heard something he couldn’t believe, Jon just looked surprised, and Brian;
Brian looked hurt, as if the question had physically harmed him in some way. He stared at Brock with that kicked puppy look, but it didn’t last for long because it was followed by a look of complete and utter rage, and it was all aimed at him.
“ Why? WHY?! Are you seriously asking that question?! “ Brian’s voice grew in volume, waking everyone in the room, “ Do you have any idea what you put us through, what you put me through, these past few hours? How worried we all were, because we had no idea what was going on? Because you won’t talk to us about whatever it is that’s hap-” Brock cut him off,
“ Shut up! Shut up! Just shut up!” He cried, grasping at his head, “ You don’t know anything! You don’t understand-”
“ Then help me understand!” Brock was dragging back against Brian’s chest, “ Help us understand, let us help you for once.”
And Brock told them everything.
The words came tumbling from his mouth before he had a chance to think them through and by the time he was done, he was sobbing. He felt stupid, being so upset and causing so much commotion over something like this.
“ I’m sorry.” Brock finished, rubbing furiously at his eyes. No one had said anything the whole time and it was starting to worry Brock. His face burned with embarrassment and he felt his eyes watering again. He knew they wouldn’t understand, he knew it was a stupid idea, a stupid wish, he knew-
Fingers grasped his chin and tilted his head head, forcing his to come face to face to Brian.
“ Hey, baby breathe. It’s okay.” Brian reassured, gently wiping the tears off Brock’s cheeks. “ It’s okay, no one’s upset. I promise.” Brock nodded and it felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders.
“ But, You’re wrong.”
Brock looked up, surprised.
“ What?”
Brian’s face broke out into a large grin.
“ You’re wrong.” He repeated, “ You’ve had a family this whole time. Haven’t you noticed?” Brock hadn’t noticed, but he didn’t have to voice this, for the others were already speaking.
“ Yeah! We’ve always been your family Brock.” Smitty stated with wide mitch-matched eyes. The others voiced their agreements.
“ Yeah, and if we’re talking about family placement, you’re definitely the mom, Brock.” Tyler stated, causing the other to laugh and make similar comments.
“ Yeah! But if he’s the mom, does that make Brian the dad?” Lui giggled making Brian’s cheeks flush red.
“ W-Well, if I’m the dad then that means you gotta listen to what I say from now on!” Brian stated, making Lui puff up, ready to defend himself. Though Nogla was quick to interrupt.
“ If their the parents, then what’s Evan? He’s the leader here!” Brock smiled, looking over at the canadian man, who looked slightly surprised.
“ Evan’s the big brother!” Marcel shouted, throwing an arm over said man’s shoulders, who chuckled softly, “ And Smitty’s the little brother!”
“ Hey! I’m more mature than you! You fuckin-”
“ Thank you.” All eyes fell onto Brock, who had more tears sliding down his cheeks. “ I-I’m so so sorry. I’ve been so blind.” He whispered, voice shaky as he fidgeted with the edge of the blanket.
The faces in the room softened and they all moved a little bit closer.
“ You aren’t stupid Brock. You were just sad.” Brian says softly, “ And the next time you’re sad, just come to one of us, because we’re your family and we care about you just as much as you care about us; so that means we’ll always be here for you.” Brock nods, whipping at his eyes.
“ Yeah, you’re right,” He paused, before grinning up at them all, “ Though, I am pretty hungry-” He barely had time to finish his sentence before all of them were racing from the room, leaving him by himself.
Grinning, Brock listened to them all bound down the stairs, yelling profanities and other things at each other as they raced to the kitchen.
Thinking back on it, Brock couldn’t believe he had been so stupid and blind to not see the amazing family that had been in front of him the entire time. He never even realized how much the others meant to him until he was already being told that he was their mother figure, which didn't offend him like he thought it would.
It, actually made him feel good, like he was special to someone. He was happy to be the mother figure and if anyone wanted to use that as an insult, he would just grin and say he was proud to call all these wonderful boys his sons and that he loved them with everything he had.
You are an amazing person and artists and I thank you a million times for helping me with this project! If ya ever need something just ask!
Children’s book about H2ODelirious and Vanoss. ;3
Written by: @katherinecreates Illustrations by: Me, @shyblacksheep
Potatoes ( Or how Tyler got a black eye)
A/N: So, funny story. I want to write 1 one shot each day, so today I asked my friend, @abanime-zuki , for a story prompt. She just looked at me and said “ Potato”. So that’s my story prompt. Please enjoy XD
Ship: Daithidewildcat
Warnings: cursing
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When Tyler walked through the front door, he was met with blaring music and the smell of cooking food. Smiling to himself, he kicked off his shoes and made his way toward the kitchen where he knew his beautiful Irish boyfriend would be making dinner.
When Tyler entered the kitchen he was pleased to see Nogla standing at the sink with his back to the door. As the Irishman sways his hips to the music, Tyler crept up behind him and wrapped his arms around the man’s middle.
Though Tyler wasn’t expecting to be hit in the face with a potato as a result.
“Ahh fuck!” He screeched as pain exploded from his left eye, blinding him momentarily. Stumbling back, Tyler pressed his hand against his eye and let out a string of curses.
“What the hell David!?” Tyler yelled when a pair of hands gripped his face and pried his hand away from his eye. A blurry Nogla came into view as he tried to open both watering eyes.
“Well, if ya hadn’t snuck up on meh, I wouldn’t ‘ave hit ch’a; now would I ‘ave?” Nogla snapped, tilting Tyler head side to side gently, to better examine the now black eye. “Stop bein’ a little bitch an’ hold stil!”
“Well let me hit you in the face with a fucking potato and see how you act!” Tyler growled, turning his head away, rubbing the wetness from his eyes.
“ Stop it ya idiot, ya gonna make it worse than it already is.” Nogla said, gently turning Tyler’s face back toward him. “ Put some ice on it, so it don’t swell. Then go sit down till I finish dinner, I’ll look at it more after.” Tyler nodded and did as Nogla suggested,
but not before slapping the man’s rear as payback.
“ Go sit in da damn living room ya American fuck boy!” He shouted, face turning a deep shade of red as he quickly turned back to finish the food so it wouldn’t burn.
Tyler snorted, grinning to himself as he sat on the couch, propping his feet up on the coffee table and pressing the ice pack to his eye.
“ Whatever, you love me either way you Irish bitch.”
“ Sadly,” was the reply from said Irish man.
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I hope you guys enjoyed this one shot and please thank @abanime-zuki for the prompt again because I honestly love what I just created XD.
I hope you all have a fantastic day! Until tomorrow!
I’ll carry you, don’t worry.
A/N: This is just a short story I thought was cute and wrote. It was NOT edited so there may be a few mistakes. I hope you all like it! Enjoy~
Ship: Daithidewildcat ( @oldrises I hope you like it!! )
Warnings: none
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When Tyler returned to the warehouse with the others at four thirty in the morning with hundreds of aches and pains, all he wanted to do was crawl into bed next to his beautiful Irish boyfriend and sleep for eternity.
As he limped his way through the front door of his and Nogla’s apartment, which was located on the West side of the crew’s shared warehouse, he was surprised to see the blue glow of the TV in the next room. Anyone who thought they knew Nogla may think he’s the type to stay up all night and watch TV, but Tyler knew him better than that.
As he made his way into the small living room he couldn’t help the soft smile that spread across his face at her sight before him.
Nogla lay spread out on the couch, with his limbs sprawled out in every direction and half his body hanging off. His mouth was wide open and he was snoring loudly. One of Tyler’s sweatshirts and a pair of his favorite pajama pants hang off the man’s small frame.
Shaking his head fondly, Tyler made his way over to the sleeping giant and carefully, as to not agitate his aching limbs or wake the man, lifted him up and turned to head toward their shared bedroom, shutting the TV off along the way.
Too focused on opening the door without disturbing the love of his life, Tyler felt a hand curl into the front of his shirt and looked down. Blue met brown and Tyler was met with the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen, even if it was a lopsided, tiered grin.
“ Hey.” Nogla murmured,
“ Hey yourself,” Tyler whispered, moving sideways through the door so he didn’t cause Nogla to hit his head.
“you’re home.” Tyler smiled as the Irish man wrapped his long arms around his neck and buried his head into his neck.
“ Yeah I’m home. Go back to sleep, it’s late.” Nogla shifted, pulled back to look up at Tyler; even though his eyes were heavily dazed with sleep.
“ Was waiting for you,” his words were slurred together now, “ but I guess I fell asleep. I missed you, Tyler.”
Tyler planted a kiss on the man’s head as he laid him down on the bed and crawled in next to him, being too tired to change.
“ I missed you too David. Now get some sleep, you Irish fuck. I’m exhausted.” Said man hummed quietly and pressed himself against Tyler’s chest, causing the larger man to wrap his arms around him.
“ Mkay, love you.” Tyler smile softly, pressing another kiss to the Irish man’s forehead before closing his eyes.
“ Love you too.”
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Since this ship has exploded with popularity and has successfully dragged me down to shipping hell with it I decided to write a cute one shot for it. I hope you all enjoyed and please tell me what you thought! And again sorry for any mistakes, this was created in the last 6 hours and was not edited at all. But anyway, I hope you all have a wonderful day, or night.
I need a story prompt w/ BBS
When You Fall Asleep ( Only Do It Next To Me) Pt1
A/N: Hello amazing people of Tumblr, this is my first fic of both BBS and on Tumblr, so I apologse if I mess things up. But anyway, I’ve wanted to post my fics on here for a while and only decided to do it when I read @fayfictions fanfics, which are amazing and deserve some loving, and I thought it may be a good opportunity and experience for me to post them on here as well. It’ll give me a chance to grow a bit more and learn how to write better. Anyway onto the story XD, this is a 2 chapter story and is also posted on my AO3 account. Chapter 2 is in the making. Anyway, on to the story, and please enjoy and tell me what you thought or what you thought I can do better.
Ship: Minicat
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If someone would have told Craig that he would be a member of the biggest gang in Los Santos, he would have laughed in their face and called them crazy.
He would’ve said there was no way he would join a gang, it was too dangerous. But here he was, three years later, being forced onto his knees as his hands were tied behind his back. It was supposed to be a one man job, an easy ‘make the trade and get out’ but it hadn’t went that way.
Craig had made sure to keep his posture friendly, ensuring that he looked as less threatening as possible. Hell, he’d even smiled a little. When the man demanded for the guns, Craig refused, saying not without the payment.
That’s when everything had gone to shit.
The first blow came from behind, a gun to the back of his head, and he’d fallen to his knees. His hands coming up to grasp at his bleeding head. He should have seen that coming, the guy behind him had been a little too close, but he hadn’t paid much attention. Then the guy had grabbed his arms and forced them behind his back.
Struggling, Craig lashed out as much as he could with the man behind him, but as more men came to restrain him and the fresh head wound it was getting harder and harder to fight. But even so, he still fought.
It was only when someone grabbed him by his hair and smashed his face into the concrete did he blackout.
That was the last thing he remembered up until this point.
Craig always knew something like this would happen eventually; it had happened to all of the others, so why not him?
He’d only been in the group for a year when Tyler was taken by a rival gang after a mission gone wrong.They’d had him for three weeks, four days, two hours, and fifty-two seconds. Craig couldn’t remember a time he had ever felt so scared. The first good thing that had come into his life was ripped away from him, and Craig had been terrified.
The whole time the other group had Tyler, Craig did nothing but search, get into useless fights with the rest of the gang, and drink.
When they finally found Tyler, he was being held in an old apartment building in the upper parts of the city. The gang set out immediately to get back Vanoss’ right hand man. Not a single one of them killed anyone because, before they could, Craig was inside and everyone who crossed his path was met with a bullet to the face. And when he had gotten down to the cell where Tyler was tied to a chair, beaten, bloody, and unconscious, he had blown the place sky high.
Craig’s head felt like like it was being split in two and damp, no doubt from the blood not being able to clot yet. The gash on his forehead was causing blood to drip down his face, completely covering his left eye. Besides that, his body felt like a giant bruise. He’s been beaten up plenty of times, it came in the job description, so being sore and bruised was nothing he wasn’t used to.
Thinking back on it, Craig remembered feeling worse than this after his training sessions with Evan, who worked them all furiously when it came to being able to protect themselves.However he meant well and would never actually hurt any of them on purpose.
By now, they were basically a big family.
A family who ruled over half the cities’ underworld and robbed stores and banks together, while also fighting big gang bosses every other day. Now that Craig looked back on it, he really loved being in the ‘ Banana Bus Squad’.
It was nice having a family again.
Craig cried out in surprise as he was jerked to his feet and a hand grabbed his hair painfully, yanking his head back; the cool metal of a knife pressed against his throat. Unable to see the man behind him, Craig was forced to stare at the camera a few feet away, red light blinking. It didn’t take him long to figure out who would be watching.
“Vanoss, it looks like we have something of yours and if you want him back alive.” The knife digs into his throat slightly to make a point, causing a thin line of blood to trail down his neck, “ I want twenty million dollars dropped off at pier fourteen, at exactly four o’clock tomorrow afternoon.”
The knife is pulled away from his neck slowly, but the grip on his hair doesn’t let up and for a second he thinks about struggling. However, just from being pressed against his front, Craig can tell that the man, whose name is Markus, easily has a good foot and a half on him so struggling was out of the question. As the knife was pulled away completely, he thinks its over.
How foolish he was.
The gang leader wanted to put on a show, probably to rally Evan and the others up by watching one of their own get beat up while all they can do is watch.
Craig barely had time to prepare before Mark is slamming his fist into the smaller male’s gut, knocking the air out of his lungs and causing him to double over. He releases Craig’s hair as he lets him fall to his knees, where he grabs the front of Craig’s shirt and hauls him back to his feet.
His arms strain in their bonds, trying to wrap around his aching middle. His fist connects with Craig’s jaw hard, but the larger male doesn’t let go of his shirt and he punches him again and again.
After a few blows to the head everything begins to collide together. His vision blurs and movements turn sluggish. But the torment doesn’t stop.
Suddenly he lets Craig drop to the ground where he kicks him in the gut over and over. As Craig feels another one of his ribs snap under the force of a particularly strong blow, he’s unable to hold in his cries any longer. The pain of feeling his ribs snap into pieces almost unbearable, tears force their way out of his eyes, trailing down his cheeks as he sobs.
Too out of it because of the pain, the blue haired man doesn’t notice that Marcus has stopped kicking him before he’s already putting his foot down on Craig’s ankle.
“ Just so you don’t try and escape.” Markus sneers, stepping down with all his strength, snapping the bone in two with ease.
Craig’s vision flashes white as pain raced through him, causing him to throw his head back and scream. All he wanted was to be back home with his family, safe and without pain. All he wanted was for Tyler to wrap him up in his arms and shield him from all the pain and terror. All he wanted was Tyler,
“ Tyler!”
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Tyler couldn’t remember a time when he’d been so enraged.
So completely out of control that he saw red. Not when his parents abandoned him at sixteen, or when he got mugged in an alleyway, or even when he himself was kidnapped and tortured for weeks on end.
Not once had he been so angry that his vision clouded over and his body vibrated with each breath. He’d never wanted someone dead as much as he did now. He dare put his hands on his Craig, his miniladd. The bastard had hurt him, had held a knife to his throat and made him scream.
Made him cry.
If there was one thing Tyler hated the most, it was seeing Craig cry.
When Craig cried Tyler felt like his heart was being crushed under piles of cement. He would always try and hold in the tears as long as he could in front of others, trying to stay brave up until the last minute. His eyes would glaze over and gain a red tint to them. He would get this lost, helpless look to him every time and Tyler never knew what to do other than hold him tighter against his chest. He could never ignore the way Craig would shake as he cried, his breathe coming out hiccupy and labored.
It always broke his heart.
So now seeing him cry out in pain, cry out for him, Tyler’s heart just shattered.
For the first time in his life, tyler didn’t know what to do. So he did the only thing he could do...
He flipped his goddamn shit.
The conference table was first, in a fluid motion it was flipping over and flying across the room. Spilling papers out onto the floor and forcing some of the others to dive out of the way. The table crashed into the wall with enough force to break the wood into pieces and put a large hole in the place of impact.
The meeting room was silent for a long moment, the only sound being Craig’s cries that could still be heard from the large monitor on the wall. Chest heaving, Tyler stormed from the room, almost tearing the door from its hinges on his way out. He couldn’t stay there, he couldn’t continue to listen to Craig’s cries of pain; he’d go mad.
Too outraged, Tyler didn’t realise he was in Craig and his room until he was falling back against the bedroom wall and sitting on the floor. The anger and adrenaline faded the second he smelled the familiar vanilla and caramel musk that was Craig. The deep sadness and longing to find him settled deep in his chest, forcing his breathe from his lungs. The tears followed next, trailing down his cheeks and splashing onto his knees one by one.
Burying his head in his hands, Tyler cried. He cried for how helpless he felt, for how stupid he was for letting Craig go alone, for the pain Craig was in, he just cried.
And twenty minutes from now, he would walk out of here like nothing happened. No one would say anything about his red tinted eyes or his scratchy voice. No one would ask where he was, or what he had done.
Instead they would focus on tracking down and killing the man who dare put his hands on their beloved blue haired boy. The would create a plan that was completely foolproof, and even created a few back up plans in case it wasn’t so foolproof. It was decided that Tyler would get to kill the man, Marcus, anyway he wished; but Tyler already knew, he was going to tear the man to shreds. He was gonna make him feel so much pain that by the end he would be begging for death, but Tyler wouldn’t give it to him. He’d leave him there, to die slowly, painfully.
But for now,
For now Tyler cried.
@fayfictions you do deserve it.
I'm new to bbs. Do you have any recommendations of some good fics. Whether its bxb or x reader.
Well I don’t have a lot bookmarked but if you like H2OVanoss I highly recommend the AO3 fics Halcyon, and 12 Months of Fall.
And if those don’t fancy you, check out these beautiful writers (in no particular order)! They write a bunch of ships!@crimsonbluemoon@chinxino5@etherealvibespls@go-big-or-go-hoe@not-swagger-soulsAnd many, many more! (Sorry I missed some of y'all writers I just went with the ones off the top of my head)
Oh I almost forgot! I have a collection of one shots on Wattpad. If you want the link you can message me, I won’t bite or reveal you.Take care!
this is the money dog, repost in the next 24 hours and money will come your way!!
Dear friends of Tumblr,
Today at my school we had an assembly about internet predators and when I had said that most of my true friends are over the internet and they gave me a lecture about how “I don’t know who I’m talking to” blah blah. So please, if you aren’t a predator in any way, please reblog so i can prove a point.
This has been gathering dust in my camera roll for a while
Things my brother has said to me since I’ve come out
Bro: You can’t say you’re pan if you’ve only dated cis-boys Jess..
Me: Then you can’t say you’re straight since you’ve never had a girlfriend
Bro: touche…
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Bro: so you like girls?
Me: yep
Bro: so youre gonna get a girlfriend?
Me: maybe
Bro: NOW I GOTTA COMPETE AGAINST YOU TOO??
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Bro: wanna bet on who kisses a girl first?
Me: sure… $10?
Bro: okay
Me: sweet…cough up the money because i already kissed three
Bro: WHAT?? WHO?? you whore…No but seriously who because we only have like 2 lesbians in our school….
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Bro: I SWEAR TO GOD IF I HEAR ONE MORE PUN ABOUT YOU AND KITCHENWEAR IM KILLING YOU
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Brothers friend: so your sister is pan?
Bro: yeah?
Friend: what’s that?
Bro: basically she’ll date anyone
Friend: think she’ll date me?
Bro: ew no, dude she has standered still..
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Bro: so…how was narnia?
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Mother: i dont want you going to (insert friend)’s house because you’re pan and they are too
Bro: shes 18 mom AND you had no problem with it before jess was out
Mother: yeah but-
Bro: and they’re both girls so its not like even if something DID happen she wouldn’t get pregnant or anything
Mother: yeah but-
Bro: just let her hang out with the one friend she still has
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Bro: *is complaning about something* Thats so ga- OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY IT SLIPPED
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Bro: *shows me a picture of a girl* do you think shes hot?
Me: ew no
Bro: I AM TRYING TO GET YOU A GIRLFRIEND STOP BEING PICKY WOMAN WE LIVE IN THE MIDDLE OF NO WHERE THERE ARENT THAT MANY OPTIONS
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Me: *is complaining to my brother about this dude on campus* -anyways hes so not my type
Mother: but youre pan and ‘youre attracted to everyone regardless of gender’ so you dont have a type
Bro: thats like saying because i’m straight i like every girl mom…she can be pan and have types you limp lettuce
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Bro: do you think grandma will freak out when she finds out you’re queer?
Me: hopefully
Bro: sweet…..can i tell her??
Me: no?
Bro: dammit…
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Bro: *is playing COD online in his room* Guys seriously stop saying the F slur
Bro: Seriously i dont care about your kill streak, i will shoot you
Bro: NO SCOPE! I warned you!
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Bro: you know what my favorite part of you being pan is?
Me: what?
Bro: you’re no longer grandmas favorite…now i get all the money/food
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Bro: aw fuck
Me: what?
Bro: what if you get a girlfriend one day and she breaks your heart? i can’t punch a girl!
Me: no thats okay-
Bro: HOW WILL I DEFEND YOUR HONOR???
You can only reblog this today.
Yess I agree with @gothbloodnightmare protective Wildcat is amazing
Daithi De Wildcat
I actually want to write about the two I don’t know how but just give me a request.
People need to understand that what they say has consequences. So don’t tell someone to kill themselves if you can’t handle the fact that they might actually do it.
About a week ago I posted this.
I’ve been getting horrible messages like this in my ask for months, including:
and my personal favorite
After getting the message saying “Just go kill yourself” I was completely done dealing with this person’s horrible messages and replied with just an “Okay.” and logged off tumblr.
About a week later I logged back on with 17 messages in my ask, most of them from the anon. I scrolled down and at first when I logged off, the anon messaged me things like
I scrolled up more and all of a sudden they started sending me more and more messages like
This was extremely surprising to me. I thought “After all those horrible messages you sent to me for MONTHS about hating me and wanting me dead, you say ‘sorry’ and that you ‘cant be responsible for someone’s suicide’?”
But I guess the lesson goes like this:
DONT TELL ANYONE TO KILL THEMSELVES UNLESS YOU ARE PREPARED FOR WHAT MIGHT ACTUALLY HAPPEN
I think I’m dead now….😂😂😂💕💕💕
https://youtu.be/3N4yIDfN-M8 2:11 I love his song…..So cute….💕
This was beautiful 💜 XD
Don’t knoww But it’s been in my head
Wait… What??
He even retweeted it himself…
I am shooketh.
Like is this actually real, or is this just some joke and Delirious is in on it? Has this been a thing for long??What???
Fortnite Rap Battle
Delirious’ part though!! Like holy shit dat boy can rap. His part, exapecially with the good mic, is absolutely amazing!
This is freakin beautiful. And I love this so much!! XD
Kids Again and BBS analysis:
Before reading this, please listen to Kids Again by Artist vs Poet.
Here’s the chorus:
“But still we laugh, we cry, we fall, we get high
Just like we were kids, just like we were kids
And when I’m feeling small, you get me through it all
Just like we were kids, just like we were kids again.”
The squad has went through many ups and downs to get where they are now, some good, some bad. But in the end, they all are still friends, no matter how much they insult and curse each other out, they have each others back.
Now, the 4 verses in the song I think represent 4 specific members of the crew. This is just my view when combining this song with BBS because the song reminds me so much of them. You don’t have to agree with what I’m about to say. If you have a different crew, tell me! I would love to hear your opinion on it.
Verse 1:
“I know a girl, who likes to drink her coffee black
Cuz sugar knows she don’t got time for that
Leaves her desires at the welcome mat
When she walks in.”
This verse reminds me of Tyler (Wildcat). Reasons are because I always really though he would drink his coffee black. And the part where “leaves her desires at the welcome mat” reminds me of even thought Tyler has a short temper and has basically insulted most of the crew, he really does care for his friends and wants to be there for them, possibly leaving everything he “desires” behind.
Verse 2:
“I know a boy, who likes to keep his burner on
He’s always running with no one to keep warm
Its like he’s flirting with a smoke alarm
His fire’s fading. ”
This verse is Smii7y. Number one is, “he’s always running with no one to keep warm” is basically him being single. He has no one to love or “keep warm” with. “Its like he’s flirting with a smoke alarm” is him being all play flirty with the people he plays with and finally “his fire’s fading” is a little angsty. He makes other people, both his subscribers and friends laugh, while him on the other hand doesn’t make himself laugh, making it seem like he cares more about the people who made him who he is then himself. I’m not saying he doesn’t care, this is just a analysis based the connection between the squad and the song. This song also relates to Jon (Kryoz) for the same reasons (its a coincidence that Smiity and Jon relate to the same verse😉).
*chorus*
Verse 3:
“I know a girl, who’s never tries to settle down
She wears her loneliness just like a crown
But when she smiles, all the kings will bow down, down, down
3rd verse is Mini (Craig). “Who’s never tried to settle down” is him in the past, moving to one country to the other. He now lives in America as of right now, but who knows when he might travel or move to another country. “She wears her loneliness just like a crown” is him before he meet Suni, his gf. Craig says that Suni was the “best thing that has ever happened to me”, making this part stand out a bit more. Lastly, “ but when she smiles all the kings will bow down, down, down” is well…. Craig has a beautiful ass smile and nothing will change my mind.
Finally,
Verse 4:
“And I know a boy, who’s broken every vow he’s made
Who’s spoken every coward’s phrase
But he can listen like a rainy day and drown it out.”
This one finally relates to Jon (Delirious). The first line doesn’t seem to have connections to him, but “who’s spoken every coward’s phrase” is basically him during hide and seek videos; he’s scared of getting caught. And “but he can listen like a rainy day and drown it out” is him listening to Evan, getting distracted from the game they’re playing.
Welp, that’s it for now. Byeeee!!!