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Lemme just say...I rewatched the Salsa dancing Unus Annus video and...the top energy Ethan radiates in that vid is amazing. I believe Eef is the only person Mark would allow to top him

I am so sorry😂

can u do a headcanon about playing among us with Levi lol I thought it would be really funny

Oh my god, I love that idea so much. Thank you, Anon. Hope you enjoy😊

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When you first suggested it, Levi immediately said no.

You knew Levi never played video games, but you had so much fun playing that you wanted to share it with him.

After weeks and weeks of begging, Levi finally agreed to play ONE game session. But you had to promise to make it up to him.

You got all the brats (and Hange) together to play this special game, and they were all excited to see how annoyed Levi got...mostly excited to “kill him” if one of them got Imposter.

After initially getting over Levi already being annoyed by technology and explaining how Among Us worked, it was finally time for the first game.

Levi slightly raised his eyebrows when he saw the big red bold letters appear at the top of the screen that read “Imposter.” But he tried not to give it away as you were just on the other side of the room.

Levi wasn’t stupid, he pretty much grasped the concept, but he found himself getting a little nervous. He didn’t want to play this game already, so it was pretty bad luck to get Imposter the first time ever playing.

Deep down, Levi really wanted to impress you. So, he grit his teeth and told himself to try his best...even if he thought it was stupid.

The game started and Levi finally realized his fellow Imposter was Hange...great.

He’d never even saw how she played as Imposter, but he already got the feeling that she wouldn’t be great at it.

Since Levi had never played as Crewmate, it was pretty obvious to you that he was faking tasks. You found it adorable though, but he decided to stay silent about it.

Even though he was Imposter, Levi pretty much followed you and Eren around.

You three were in Electrical when the lights suddenly went out, but since you were right there you went to fix them. When you went back up to the top of the room, you saw the bottom half of Eren’s dark green body.

You thought about reporting for a minute, knowing you could get Levi out easily, but you decided against it.

Until Mikasa came in and reported immediately.

“Y/N killed Eren in Electrical! She was standing over the body!” Mikasa shouted.

“What?! No! I found the body!” You shouted back.

“Why didn’t you report it then? You killed Eren.” She insisted, eliciting a frustrated groan from you.

“Sus.” Jean said, everyone else agreeing.

You could’ve easily targeted Levi, but you wanted him to have a chance. “Ugh, fine! If you don’t believe me, then vote me out. But I swear, it’s not me.”

“Maybe we should listen to her.” Levi said.

“You’re biased. Vote her out!” Jean pushed, quickly casting his vote.

Everyone but Levi voted for you while you just skipped. You cringed, knowing he should’ve just voted for you. “Uh, Levi...?”

You faked cried into your mic as your little cyan body floated off into space.

As a ghost, you followed Levi and Hange around, completely ignoring the rest of you tasks. Apparently, Eren wanted to watch too.

You giggled quietly as Hange teased Armin by standing over a vent, hopping in and out then killing him.

Levi walked around the ship, his hand twitching over the kill button and smirking as he found who he was looking for.

You gasped as he killed Mikasa in front of Hange and Jean, knowing that was an awful move.

“It’s Levi! It’s Levi!” Jean yelled, definitely peaking his audio.

“Uh, yeah.” Hange said, having no choice. “He killed Mikasa in front of us in Nav.”

You heard Levi tsk into his mic. “She got Y/N killed, the little brat.”

“He just admitted it!” Jean yelled, peaking his mic yet again. “Vote him!”

“She deserved it.” Levi said bluntly.

It didn’t take long to find the other Imposter, Hange’s play style being extremely sloppy.

“Oh, what a shame to get Imposter the first time playing.” You laughed.

“Yeah, sorry Levi.” Jean laughed, clearly not sorry.

“I’m not. He killed Eren.” Mikasa said.

“You blamed me for it, Mika!” You yelled.

Thankfully, Levi didn’t get Imposter anymore after that.

He was surprisingly really good at susing the right people in the game, and most of the games were won by the Crewmates due to his good detective skills.

After everyone hopped off the discord call, you walked over to Levi with a hopeful smile on your face. “Well?”

Levi sighed, “I had...fun.”

You squealing happily, making Levi roll his eyes. “Alright, alright, brat.”

“It really sucks getting Imposter without getting Crew beforehand.”

“I liked being Imposter, even if I didn’t really know how to play properly.”

“You just liked killing Eren and Mikasa.”

“...yes.”  

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Sweet Pandemonium - Gally (The Maze Runner) Part 5 of 16

That fact that I’m more consistent in these posts than I am with my schoolwork...RIP my college education 🤪

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(not my GIF :) )

To think the day wouldn’t get any weirder, and yet, Jeff seemed to drop the bomb that made your head spin.

“What?” You stuttered. You thought you only hallucinated the girl saying your name before, in the Box. “No, that can’t be right, man.”

Jeff shrugged. “I heard what I heard.”

“Geez, were you stung by a Griever or something?” You snapped, making Jeff hold his hands up in fake surrender.

“We should both go talk to her then if that’s the case. Plus, you’re a girl too. It might make her feel more at ease.” Thomas suggested.

“Oh, you noticed?” You huffed.

Thomas gently grabbed your upper arm, forcing you to walk with him. “Look, I know this situation is weird. Really weird. But we need to find out what she knows, why she’s here, and if she feels the way we do.”

You lightly shook your head, running your fingers through the knots in your hair. “I don’t know...this whole thing is messed up. I still have no clue why we feel connected in some way, man. Ugh, I feel my headache coming back...”

“Hey, I don’t either. But we should at least try to understand, okay?” 

You sighed. “I don’t think it’s a good idea. I mean, two strangers going up to talk to her at once, don’t you think she’d feel a bit ambushed? I would.”

“Yeah, okay, fine. But stay at the tower, alright?” You nodded reluctantly, Thomas giving you a reassuring smile. “Okay then, let’s go.”

Gally glared at Thomas as he walked up to the tower with you by his side. “Hey, it’s Thomas!” Thomas called up to the girl, and she stopped throwing rocks at the Gladers.

The girl peaked her head over the side of the tower, and you gave a little wave. “I’m going up, alone.” Thomas announced, giving you a light nod.

All the Gladers started to saunter away as Thomas carefully ascended the ladders of the tower. “Man, is this what all girls are like?” Fry voiced.

“Hey!” You pretended to be offended.

Fry paled at your tone, suddenly becoming a stuttering mess. “Well, I mean, well, I didn’t mean, uh, you just, uh, it’s like you’re one of us. Not like a boy! Uh-”

“Chill, Fry.” Gally chuckled, waving him off. “He’s got a point though. You definitely weren’t this hostile when you came up.”

“Probably cause I wasn’t constantly harassed with questions I didn’t know the answer to.”

Gally rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Come on, let’s leave the Greenies alone.” He said, turning around, giving you a look of confusion when you didn’t follow suit. “What?”

“She might need back up.” You shrugged.

Gally snorted. “From that shank?” When he saw you were actually staying, his amused face fell. “Something about girls gotta stick together or something, huh?”

You smiled weakly. “Something like that.”

Gally huffed, throwing his arms up weakly. “Fine. You know where to find me.” He said then walked away, catching up with the other Gladers.

It was a few minutes of waiting before Thomas called out for you. “You can come up.”

“You sure?” You asked, only for Thomas to wave you up as a response. “Alright then...” You mumbled to yourself, climbing the sets of ladders.

You almost gasped when you saw the girl holding a machete by her side. “Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Thomas quickly reassured you.

“I’d very much like it if she put the machete down.” You said with a nervous chuckle.

The girl reluctantly handed the blade over to Thomas, and you felt safe enough to fully enter the top of the watch tower.

“You’re Y/N then?” The girl voiced.

You nodded. “Yep, that would be me.”

“This is Teresa.” Thomas introduced.

“Wow, she remembered her name already?” Thomas nodded. “Well, nice to meet you, Teresa.” You said, her name flowing off your tongue perfectly.

Thomas handed you a couple vials of blue liquid, and you looked to him with confusion. “What’s this?”

Thomas immediately huffed, leaning back defeatedly. “I was really hoping you’d have some idea.”

You furrowed your brows together. “Why would I know?”

“Teresa and I already talked about this. It seems like we’re the only ones that are different.”

“What, different how?”

“We feel connected, you and me, Teresa and I...and we can remember certain things too.”

“Can you remember anything?” Teresa asked, and you quietly sucked in a breath.

“I have these weird dreams...but, I thought they were just dreams, you know. I saw you, Thomas, in my dreams. And I heard this woman speaking-”

“Saying that wicked is good?” Thomas interrupted, making you blink in shock.

“Yeah...” You whispered softly.

All three of you seemed to not know what to say after that. Looking out the tower, you saw Gally from afar, looking at the three of you sitting together with his arms crossed. Seeing him in a dream felt even weirder to you almost, especially since he was struggling from what you could decipher. But you felt no reason to give out that information, knowing that Teresa and Thomas couldn’t be able to tell you even if they wanted to.

You looked down to the vials in your hands, seeing the W.C.K.D logo that seemed to be everywhere around the Glade and the Glade’s supplies. “What do you think these do?” You voiced, not really expecting a real answer. “There’s a needle at the tip, like a syringe or something.”

“I thought about that too.” Thomas paused. “Maybe they could help Alby.”

“We don’t even know what it is though.”

“Probably not gonna damage him anymore than he already is, could it?” Thomas shrugged.

“I suppose it’s worth a try.” You stood up. “We should tell Newt.” You reached out a hand to Teresa, offering her a smile. Giving back a smile, she took your hand and you lifted her up.

You, Thomas, and Teresa all walked to the Med-jacks, seeing Newt already there watching over Alby. “What is it?” Newt asked.

“These were in Teresa’s pocket when she came up.” You said, handing the vials to Newt.

“We think it can help Alby.” Thomas said.

“We don’t even know what this stuff is. We don’t know who sent it, or why it came up with you. I mean, for all we know, this thing could kill him.” Newt fussed.

“He’s already dying. Look at him. How could this possibly make it any worse?” Thomas said. “Come on, it’s worth a try.”

Newt looked on at Alby, debating it for a minute before he finally gave his answer. “Alright...do it.” He said to Thomas, handing him a vial.

Thomas quickly went over to a struggling Alby, situating the syringe to his skin. “Okay...”

Everyone jumped in shock as Alby suddenly grabbed a hold of Thomas. “You shouldn’t be here! You shouldn’t be here!” Alby screamed at him, his eyes open wide in fear.

You and everyone in the room quickly went to hold Alby down as he fought to free himself. “Get the syringe!”

Teresa quickly injected the syringe into Alby, him immediately calming and passing out. “Well...that worked.” Jeff said.

“Geez...” You exhaled a shaky breath and placing a hand over your chest, feeling your heart beat rapidly. “I, uh, need to take a breather.”

“Okay, from now on, someone stays here and watches him around the clock.” You heard Newt say as you exited the room, walking out of the building to take some needed deep breaths.

It was dark out, and you could feel the weight of your tiredness hit you as the cool night air blew past you. You were actually looking forward to sleep. But then seeing Gally walk up to you made you remember you couldn’t sleep in your comfortable hammock that night. “Hey...” He said.

“It’s time, huh?” You weakly smiled.

“Hey, I’ll try to make it up to you, okay?”

“No need, Gally. I broke the rules, plain and simple. Shall I go get Thomas?” You asked, pointing back to the building you just exited.

Gally rolled his eyes. “No. I’d prefer to walk with you without that shank.”

“Well,” You motioned in the direction of the Slammer, “lead the way, Captain.”

You noticed Gally glancing at you from time to time on the way to the Slammer. “What?”

Gally sighed softly. “I just really wish I didn’t get you punished for something stupid...”

“And what about Thomas?” You smiled playfully.

“That shank actually deserved to be punished.” He scowled.

“Why do you hate Thomas so much?” You asked, starting to get really annoyed all of a sudden.

Gally shook his head disapprovingly. “He’s changing everything. He’s gonna destroy everything, everything that we’ve worked so hard to build. He’s probably gonna get us killed. And that girl...who knows what she’s gonna do.”

“The girl’s name is Teresa...”

Gally stopped walking half way to the Slammer, turning to you with a slight glare. “What you said about Thomas...did you mean that?”

You were rendered speechless. You had no idea how Gally would react if you buckled down on your feeling about Thomas...and now Teresa. Would he start to dislike you too? “I...” You stuttered.

“You said you felt like you knew him. Why?”

“I...I really don’t know why. It’s just a feeling...”

“And the girl, Teresa, what about her? I heard she was saying your name too. And you all were talking up on the tower.”

You sighed, reluctantly nodding, not being able to lie to Gally. “I don’t know what’s going on, Gal...” You whispered. He kept his typical harsh expression plastered on his face, his grip on his torch tightening slightly. “I guess you hate me now, huh...” 

Gally sighed through his nose, turning back to continue walking to the Slammer.

You tried not to tear up as you kept following after him, trying not to trip over roots and twigs that littered the ground as Gally kept his torch in front in him.

Gally opened up one of the Slammer doors, waiting for you to get in the makeshift cell, avoiding your eyes.

You walked up to the cell, but stopping in front of Gally. He didn’t even look at you. “Gal...” He briefly met your gaze. “...I’m sorry.”

Gally didn’t say anything as you entered the cell, taking a seat against the back wall. He paused for a moment, keeping the cell door as he looked at you. He took a deep breath, “I don’t hate you, Y/N.”

You looked up at Gally, who already locked you in the Slammer for the night. You gave him a thankful smile. The torch was the only thing illuminating his face, giving his features a soft orange glow from the fire.

But it was enough light to see he gave you a smile back before he left to go get your Slammer buddy.

Usually, spending the night in the Slammer would be extremely uncomfortable. It was, but with Thomas in the cell next to you, it wasn’t too bad. Plus, Chuck brought you food, which you told him to remind you to give him a giant bear hug when you got out in the morning. Or just let him have half of whatever Frypan would cook up the next day.

Thomas was excited for his first proper run, which you thought was absolutely insane. But after overhearing his and Chuck’s conversation, you felt a burning passion to escape the goddamn maze, if not for you then for Chuck.

Thomas seemed like he could find a way out.

Only living in the Glade for just over a month, you never had enough time to adjust to the idea that you’d be trapped forever. You still had hope, and hopefully it was a good thing. Unlike Gally, someone who’s been trapped for so long he’s grown used to being in the Glade. It almost seems like he’d forgotten that he was even trapped, it’s home to him now.

The thought that Gally had lost hope a long time ago made you incredibly sad. None of you deserved to be trapped in the Glade. It might’ve been silly, but you really had hope for Thomas, for him to finally be the one to get everyone out of this mess.

The thought alone kept your hope ignited for a better future, and you wanted Gally to be in that future. 

You just hoped he felt he same, even if you had a different perspective than he had.

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I’m starting to forget how to movie goes lmao. I’ll have to rewatch it😂 

Unus Annus

As the channel comes to an end, I just wanna write down some final thoughts...

From the first video about cooking a breakfast with sex toys, I knew this channel was gonna be special...in many ways. I can proudly say that I watched every single video from the very start with care. I loved and will cherish all of them in my memory...yes, even the pee videos.

Moving on...

I’ve had so much fun on this year long journey. Many of the videos made me laugh so hard I cried. Actual tears going down my face. I loved every second of of Mark and Ethan’s goofs and gaffs, and especially all the heartfelt moments.

I can’t say I have a favorite video, but the first video will always have a special place in my heart. But, I will share a couple of my favorite screenshots that always gives me the fuckin' giggles...

...it's just something about the HeeHoo face...

Thankfully, I bought a few merch items from the store so I can have them to remember the channel by. Though, in terms of the five stages of grief, I'm still in the depression phase and I have a feeling it'll be a long road towards acceptance. I'm sad, but I'm still so happy I got to be a part of this funny community for a whole year.

Memento Mori.

Unus Annus.

Can you write some fluff with tate? Like he is cheering the reader up🥺

Of course! Sorry, it’s a bit short but I hope you like it nonetheless 😊

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You laid on the dusty unused bed, feeling depressed as you often did.

It was just another one of those days where you loathed your entire existence as a ghost trapped in a worn down house that nobody wanted because it was creepy. 

Plus, a bunch of murders, suicides, and just some good ol’ fashioned human sacrifices would probably scare anyone in their right mind away from even setting foot on the property.

It’s not you wanted people living in the house, you just wanted something new to happen once in awhile, which rarely ever happened. But being a person who wore their heart on their sleeve obviously didn’t want the house to be bought by good people who’d just end up dying anyway.

No, you had to be content with being alone for all eternity, well, kind of.

The other ghosts in the house were fine, some of them. But Tate was the only one you got along with, despite his more than questionable past and life/dead choices.

You and Tate both having somewhat sardonic attitudes made for a good fucked up relationship.

You had no idea where he was, he had become sort of infatuated with Violet, who hates his guts, but you figured he was trying to earn her trust back. You didn’t really mind, you both had the open relationship thing going on, but you also hated labels.

You just laid there, staring at the ceiling that had moss lining the corners from lack of upkeep, but you thought it gave the house character.

You lifted your head when you heard a soft knocking on the door frame. “Oh, hey, Tate.” You said, plopping your head back down onto your pillow with a huff.

“What’s got you down, darling?” Tate asked softly, moving to sit next to you on the bed.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to come to terms with being trapped here, Tate...” You whispered, willing yourself not to cry.

Tate frowned, but moved to lay beside you on his side. “I know...” Then he forced a grin. “But hey, it’s not all bad right?”

You gave him an annoyed look, causing him to drop the grin. “Being trapped is really bad...” You groaned loudly, throwing your arms up dramatically. “That stupid fuckin’ serial killer. Why’d he target me, man?” You asked rhetorically.

“Well, you’re good looking, you were vulnerable, you stupidly went into an abandoned building alone...at night...shall I go on?”

You glared at Tate. “Not funny.” You scowled.

Tate sat up with a smile. “Aw, come on. Y/N. I was just trying to get you to smile.”

“Yeah, well, good luck with that.”

Tate lifted up one of his brows and smirked. “That sounds like a challenge.”

“Not in the mood.” Tate slowly lifted his hand up to your frowning face, poking your cheek repeatedly. “Don’t.” You slapped his hand away.

Tate kept trying to poke your cheeks and your sides, trying to get you to smile or laugh, but all you did was groan in frustration. “Tate.” You whined, not liking being tickled.

“Nope. Not until you smile.” Tate rolled over on top of you, trapping you in his heavy embrace, still trying to tickle you.

You ultimately couldn’t keep your laughs in, squirming around from Tate’s roaming hands. “Okay, okay, stop, Tate!” You laughed, quickly becoming breathless.

Tate rolled off of you and held up his hands in surrender while laughing loudly, most definitely feeling very proud of himself. “You should know by now that I don’t back down from a challenge.”

“It wasn’t a frickin’ challenge!” You yelled after catching your breath.

“Huh...well, I read the situation all wrong, didn’t I?” He teased, giving your cheek one last poke.

“Oh, shut up.” You grinned, poking Tate back a little bit harshly.

“Ow.” He whined, rubbing his now sore cheek, but you knew he was just being overdramatic, as usual.

“Pussy.”

“Hey! At least I made you feel better, right?”

You giggled. “Sure.”

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Goodbye.