Rb To Stare At A Mutual Like This:

Me when Danny Sexbang:

Btw, just a little disclaimer:

I know that a lot of people in the Oneyplays fandom (which I am currently really active in) do not like the Game Grumps or anything associated with them. While I now know the reasons I will not start switching sides or anything because I do not know any of the people in this conflict in real life. I'm neither friends with DingDong nor Arin Hanson but I know for a fact that GameGrumps as a channel has gotten me through one of the worst times of my life and has helped me become the person who I am today.

Especially the WindWaker playthrough where Dan talked about his OCD and his depression has helped me realized that I am not alone (I do not have OCD, I do have diagnosed depressive episodes though) and for that I will be forever grateful.

I know this whole disclaimer is quite random but I just wanted to put my perspective out there, especially because I put the GameGrumps into my Oneyplays fanfiction (which I did before I knew of DingDongs and Julians experiences). I do not plan on changing that though.

I just hope this can be a save space for fans of both to express themselves because hey, in the end, none of us were part of the conflict.

(Oh and by the way please stop mentioning Arin being a bad guy because there are recordings of him saying the N-word when I literally listened to an episode of sleepycast yesterday where Zach said it as well 💀)

I just got a message saying I should get back to them as soon as possible because I am way over the deadline with one of my works

I love ignoring responsibilities 😎

jk I will get back to them please I am trying

Lyle Rath Core

Got a multichapter Zach Hadel X Reader fic in the drafts.. c.c

should I post it?

Okay, what the fuck

I had some NSP on in the background (My favorite band out there and don't you disagree, they are actually the best)

And like, am I tripping or ist that Zach in the brown beanie?

Nah man this is insanity.

When I tell you that I watched this like 100 times without ever noticing the Oney Gang lmao, funny how recognition works

Manifesting that someone will oneday kiss me like that 😔🤞

Thankmas is such a wild time 😂

Alright, I just wanna say how much I love the McQuaid episode of 21 Jumpstreet:

Like, it's insane to me that they tackle SA by family members in a show that came out in the late 80s and do it in a manner that I believe is respectable.

And another thing I love how Tom cares for Diane even though he doesn't know her that well. The only thing he knows is that she struggles at home and he immediately goes into "care taker" mode and I just think that's great.

Also, the scene at the hospital where she spills her heart out to him, tells him to stay and he does and even when she breaks down he just comforts her.

AND even after Diane is released he goes ahead and makes sure she's okay even tho he isn't allowed to.

Sorry for this rambling I just love this episode so much and it's so well written imo.

They are literally me

The fellas over at OneyPlays make me do silly dance so here is some art i doodled today

{ I am not shaming anyone it's just not for me 😭 }

Your Voice Remains

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Summary: Young!Geralt is reminded of his mother Warnings: Angst; vulnerable Geralt A/N: This was the result of a heavy writers block so please have mercy on my poor soul

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There was it again, this feeling which bubbled up in him. It was like it started right from his quietly beating heart and spread throughout his entire body. 

First his legs would stop obeying his command and he would pause in the middle of whatever he was doing. Next were his arms and hands which immediately dropped to his sides while everyone who looked upon him would immediately believe him to have heard something important, his superior senses making out the quietest of whimpers or footsteps. An alert witcher on his job, looking out for any monsters he might have to slay in order to gain some coin.

This feeling though, which felt more like a paralysis, would cause all of his senses to freeze. And as his eyes refused to avert from the scene before him, his throat began to tighten and his eyes started to burn. 

The first time this had happened he had been worried. Had he been poised? But how could this be possible? 

“Geralt?” their voices he had barely recognized, the sound of his own breathing filling his ears and consuming everything around him. His vision blurry like a memory he had already forgotten. 

A memory.

A memory he had already forgotten but was reminded of every time he saw her. He saw her in every woman that tended to her children. 

calm lullabies which called him to this unknown but still longed for comfort, like a hug he had never gotten but oh so desperately needed. 

As he watched the young boy and his mother in the garden of the small village he had been sent to, he found himself unable to move. 

Why was he forced to stand here? An outsider, a mutant and a freak. Stripped from every warm embrace he might have had if he had had the opportunity to lead a normal life. 

Did she abandon him? Was it like Vesemir had told him so many moons ago? He had believed him for a while without ever questioning it again. 

His mother had abandoned him, couldn’t care for him without having to sacrifice herself so she left him behind. 

Geralt never thought of her, why would he? She probably starved in that harsh winter in which he had been found. 

Yet one single dream had him in a chokehold. 

A young boy, staring back at his own reflection in the water, brown strands of hair falling into his eyes. 

"Geralt? Come now, we want to be back before dusk!”

“Coming!” 

The ground shifted beneath him and suddenly he was looking up at a woman. A woman he had never seen before and yet when she smiled he had been filled with a warmth that he was too shy to describe to any of his brothers let alone Vesemir. 

He awoke drenched in sweat. The sweet image that was still fresh in his mind horrified him more than any monsters he had ever fought, human or creature. 

And just as he did back when he sat up in his bed, he whispered to himself

"Mother.."