POV: It’s 4AM. You’re The Crew’s Chef And You Hear Noise In The Kitchen

Yea

me: *says anything online*

the internet: *does not respond within 30 seconds*

me: oh no I messed up and offended everyone in the entire world

The way in the last half a second it starts walking and you can hear his scream really ties this video together

most annoying man vs. world's strongest idgafker!! who will win!!

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Never related to anything more

I printed it as a poster lol

This is amazing and I love it...

Aro Ace (Part Five)

           I thought we’d just go to the courthouse, sign some papers. We’d get the benefits of being married, and a sign of our dedication to each other, our permanent friendship. But then I came home one day to Blake sitting on the living room floor, magazines and sketches and both of our laptops in front of her.

            “Blake?”

            “Hmm?” She did not look up from where she was marking something in a book.

            “Whatcha doing?” I set my bag down on the kitchen table.

            “Planning the wedding.”

            I froze on the edge of the rug she was sitting on. “Wedding?”

            She looked up then. “Well, we are having a wedding, right?”

            “Uh,” I sat down on the couch, “I thought we’d just sign some papers.”

            Her eyes fell to the ground. “I always kind of wanted a wedding. I just thought,” those hazel eyes looked up at me from underneath her lashes, “we could really celebrate our commitment, do vows a lot differently and everything but I want the dresses and rings and flowers. It’s the one thing that I always felt kind of shitty about being aro.”

            I cocked my head, considering the idea. All it would be is a giant party to celebrate our bond. An expensive party. But it would make her happy… “Show me what you’re thinking.”

            She grinned. “Really?”

            “Yeah. I don’t see why we can’t just have a big party and look hot when we announce our commitment to each other. That’s all a wedding is. Besides,” I leaned it, slightly whispering, “people will probably give us wedding gifts.”

            She giggled. “You’re right. It’s like a surprise birthday trick, except the guests are the one being surprised.”

            Looking at myself in the mirror, I was glad we had decided this. It was quite beautiful, most of it Blake’s work. And we did, in fact, receive many presents for our house, that we had not bought yet, but it was almost a joke to us. Her and her towels, appliances, wall art.

            We decided I’d walk down the aisle first since Blake was so much more dramatic than me. And she looked stunning. I couldn’t wait to take pictures because damn, we looked good.

            I think my favorite part was when we got to the vows. We rewrote the entire thing, and the confusion on everyone’s face had be suppressing a laugh. It didn’t help that Blake was even worse at it, and I kept almost bursting out. Even better is when they announced us as married, not wives, and we just intertwined our fingers and marched off. We did not make it all the way off the aisle before dying into laughter.

            But it made her so happy. The dancing and twirling in her dress, the champagne and DJ and so many of our friends. I had to hand it to her. I really would have missed out if we hadn’t done this. Weddings were about commitment and the celebration of such, not always about love.

            I did love Blake in my own way. The way that you love a friend, one that you live with and spend all your time with. I’d do a lot for her.

            The holidays were funny afterwards, the misunderstandings that we were not a couple but we were married. The idea that two people who were not romantically interested in each other had a wedding. It made me love the fact that we had a wedding even more.

            And the pictures. I usually hated pictures, but these. Well, of course, they were hung on the wall. Blown up takes of us laughing and dancing, our friends and families piled around. I always got a bit cocky when I looked at myself in those pictures. I mean, I looked good.

            Blake was honestly the best partner I could ask for, so understanding. She never made me feel weird, always on beat with me in the sense of our relationship. And she was the strength to my weaknesses like decorating the house and teaching me to cook. It was the little things that made me so happy that she was willing to commit to me. It was such a great feeling, to not be alone, but to be understood. To have a constant companion that expected no more than just company.

MY FRIEND DREW THIS AND I LOVE IT! IT IS AMAZING AND DESERVES TO BE LOVED!! @therealjacksepticeye

SO UH I DID A COMMISSION FOR A FRIEND AND SHE WANTED ME TO DRAW @therealjacksepticeye AND MY FRIENDS SAID TO POST IT HERE SO TA DA-

Nico Robin 🌸

had an angel on my shoulder but the devil always won

She's not my oc but you know what i mean