#'ummm... hmmm... well this one was on some random how it's made video... this was a minecraft video... this was jerma...'
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oh yes on the topic of submissions...
i had one from someone in my inbox from YONKS ago that tumblr is not letting me post for some reason. that person also sent me an ask about whether i could provide links to the videos/places i found the comments on (i would just answer their ask but it explicitly references their submission which, again, tumblr won't let me post... and also it was from ages ago) so let me answer that here
unless i think that mentioning the source amplifies the comment, or provides some humorous context, i usually don't do that as a general rule. if someone asks for the comment source and i still remember what it was, i'll tell them, but i don't tend to mention it explicitly on the post itself
i don't tend to redact pfps or usernames (to give some form of credit to the authors of the comments, sometimes they make the comment better, they're already public on the internet & usually posted on videos by youtubers exponentially more popular than my blog & usually post obscure comments i had to scroll for quite a while to find anyway, it's fun when someone recognizes their own username, etc etc), so this is an alternate method of security against people trying to be weirdos to the featured commenters. most of my posts come from youtube, which doesn't even have a direct messaging system anymore, which is simultaneously why i feel fairly comfortable leaving pfps/usernames unredacted on these comments and why i feel it's better if i try not to provide TOO many context hints at least in the actual text of the post. just on the off chance some bitter weirdo wants to try being a bitter weirdo, you know? and if someone goes all the way out of their way to try and track these comments down explicitly to bully these people, then at this point, it kinda seems like redacting that stuff wouldn't have helped anyway. while i definitely do not condone harassing anyone from here, i also... don't think it'd exactly be My fault there, and entirely the fault of this hypothetical extremely brainrotted rando. this has, to my knowledge, never once happened, but just putting that out there
i do give little hints or context notes in the tags on occasion, under the general assumption that anyone following this blog knows that this is a place of comment appreciation, an art gallery of Internet Humans. usually it only extends to mentioning the youtuber or what type of video it was, but as a general statement. this is the other part of my philosophy here: i enjoy hunting for comments as a sort of peoplewatching-esque hobby and i think other people should try it out (so long as they have the self-restraint to NOT reply to people even if they make you mad. it's never worth it man.). i also think it'd be a fun treat for someone to only get a hint, figure out what video it was, and then go on their own hunt and see the comments in the wild. i often skip over Loads that don't quite make the cut so you'll probably find something else fun in there
does that make sense? it does to me. anyway if anyone ever wants to know where i found a comment just ask and i'll tell you, so long as i remember. fair warning, the older the post the comment is on, the more likely i am to have forgotten what specific video it was. i usually at least have a vague idea of the original poster and/or the content/topic of the video but sometimes i don't
#not comments#i can tell you right now anything 2021 or earlier was very likely from someone in the drew gooden/danny gonzalez commentary youtuber bubble#contemporaneously and as per my personal taste at the time: drew/danny/cody ko/eddy burback/maybe jarvis johnson?#never really been into kurtis's style so idk if there's anything from him on here#i watched jarvis back then the question mark pertains mostly to whether any of the comments came from his videos#danny has Loads of videos more subs and an audience that skews younger than the rest#(because his style of humor is more accessible/appealing to a wider audience than say drew's extremely dry humor)#(and also he's got a young face. people constantly comment stuff like 'i forget he isn't 16 until he mentions his wife')#so most of my posts are likely from a danny video somewhere#the hamster with a handgun was from his video titled something like DOGS ARE CANCELLED#there were approximately 500 other comments making that exact same joke but the hamster one was the funniest imo#i don't even care if it was a piggyback comment. '31 warning shots directly into his stomach' was leagues ahead of the rest#anyway. there's my tip and trick if you're curious about older posts#there are exceptions and anytjing 2022 and beyond is more ambiguous#cause my posts were more sporadic i think because video essays were getting more popular & i don't find as many postable comments on those#but i was and am addicted to them#so rather than being able to say 'oh probably a commentary youtuber it was all i was watching' the really good comments are like#'ummm... hmmm... well this one was on some random how it's made video... this was a minecraft video... this was jerma...'#anyway. i have gotten distracted. need to go do some non-comment writing. some big boy writing
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Warning: This is a Thomas/Virgil romantic fic, so as always please skip if that’s is not your cup of tea, and have a wonderful day!
Hello! Just here with a Thvi oneshot as a present for Sam (@organizeddiscord ) for her birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAM! I hope you are enjoying your day and that you like this little gift! And I hope everyone else enjoys too!
Thomas knew he shouldn't have gone out that day.
He'd woken up in that kind of mood where he just wanted to lie in bed all day and do nothing. It was a mood that actually didn't hit him very often, most of the time he at least wanted to get up and eat or watch or movie or something, but today all he wanted was to stay curled up in his blankets and relax.
However, there were only a few days left until Christmas and he had been busy with the upcoming video and so hadn't bought presents for all of his family members yet. So despite his mood, he forced himself out of bed, got dressed, grabbed a quick breakfast, and headed out to the local mall to do a little Christmas shopping.
It was way too crowded, the lines were too long, half the stores were out of stock for many items, it was loud, and he really wondered why he hadn't just shopped online sooner. He managed to find presents for everyone left on his list though and was heading back to where his car was when it happened.
The mall was several floors high and he had ended up on the top floor in his search for gifts. Since his car was on ground level and he didn't want to try and balance all the bags headed while walking down flights of stairs, he decided to take the elevator.
He was grateful to see no one else was waiting for the elevator, miraculous considering how busy the mall was, so he had it to himself on the way down. No need to worry about being crowded in. He stepped on to the elevator and waited for the doors to shut.
The elevator began it's slow descent as Thomas went over the things he'd bought in his head and absentmindedly wondered what he was going to have for dinner. He considered inviting Talyn and Joan over and getting some takeout, though it would have to wait until he got home as his phone had died earlier in the day.
He was jostled out of his thoughts when the elevator jerked to a stop. At first, he thought he must have arrived on the ground floor, only for his stomach to drop as he looked up and realized he was stuck between the second and third floor.
He tried to stay calm. Surely, this was just a glitch and it would be fixed momentarily. His nerves started to build though as several minutes went by and the elevator did not come back on. He'd like to say he didn't let out a shriek when the lights went off in the elevator and he was plunged into darkness, but that would be a lie.
He was torn between nervousness and exasperation. He just wanted to get home. He should have stayed in bed and shopped tomorrow. Then he wouldn't be stuck in a dark elevator, surrounded by silence and shopping bags, with nothing to do and no way to see.
A few more dark, quiet minutes passed before a loud sound filled the room. That loud sound was another shriek Thomas as he heard a random thump on the room. "Jeez, Thomas. It's me. I just hit the stupid wall popping up." Thomas squinted his eyes even though it didn't help him to see at all. "Virgil?" He questioned the familiar voice. "Yeah. You were freaking out up here. I was freaking out in the mindscape. So I figured we could at least keep each other company while we panic."
Thomas let out a chuckle at the side's words. "Thank you. I'm glad someone's here. I’m glad you’re here." He was, even though being trapped in a small space, dark, secluded with the trait gave his mind way too many ideas that he shouldn’t be having. He’d been crushing on Virgil for several months now, and situations similar to this had occured in his dreams...multiple times. Though they tended to end in….well he shouldn’t think about that right now.
Virgil began to nod before remembering Thomas couldn't see him. "No problem. I went out and checked on the situation before I came here. They know about the stuck elevator and are working on the issue now. They're not sure how long it will be though so I'd take a seat for now."
Thomas saw the sense in that and very slowly started to try and sit, not wanting to fall or sit on any of his bags. "Here I can see, let me guide you." A warm arm wrapped around him and helped him sit. "You have night vision?" He asked curiously as he got himself settled. "Yep. Got to be able to see threats in the dark so I can do my job." Hmmm. Thomas hadn't known that. Interesting.
After Thomas was settled Virgil's arm left him and he heard the side sitting down beside him. He felt a strange sense of loss at no longer having his anxious side touching him, but shook it off. At least he did until the elevator started up again. Before he could even breathe a sigh of relief the elevator lurched hard again a shut right back off. Virgil quickly moved behind him, stopping his head from hitting the wall as he jerked back on instinct.
When the elevator had stilled once more, Virgil made to move away only to have Thomas turn and cling on to his hand. "It’s probably better if you stay there. For my safety. In case the elevator jerks again." He justified, wondering why he could feel a blush creeping over his cheeks. Virgil must have agreed with his justification though as he ceased moving away and settled back down behind Thomas.
Thomas could feel Virgil up against his back, which he found rather soothing. He subtly leaned back a bit, more into Virgil's chest. That's when he felt it. Virgil's breathing and heart rate were a bit faster than normal. And he was shaking, not much, but still noticeably shaking.
"You okay Verge?" The moment he spoke the shaking forcibly stopped. He felt more than saw Virgil's sigh. "They said it's a simple mechanical issue. It happens often. Easily fixed." Thomas could read between the lines. Despite the seemingly minute problem, Virgil probably still couldn't help thinking through all the possibilities of things that could happen.
“Hey, it’s okay. I’m safe." To emphasize his point Thomas turned around and wrapped his arms around Virgil's waist, leaning into his chest. "I’m right here and you’re here to protect me.” Virgil tensed for a moment. "You don't have to um....do this...comfort me, you know?" Thomas squeezed him tighter. "Is it making you feel better?" He could feel Virgil's shy nod on the top of his head. "Then I am happy to do it." He commented with finality as he snuggled into Virgil's chest.
Virgil sat there for a minute before wrapping his arms around Thomas as well, pulling him closer. Thomas smiled as he felt Virgil’s breathing calm and his heart rate slow somewhat. They sat there in silence, just enjoying being so close.
After a few minutes, Thomas got bored of the silence. "Hey, Virgil." Virgil shifted a bit beneath him. "Hmmmm?" It was interesting being able to feel the vibration of Virgil's voice in his chest. "Can you talk to me?" Virgil raised an eyebrow that he knew Thomas couldn't see. "About what?" Thomas gave a shrug. "Anything really. I just don't want to sit here in silence. Besides, I like the sound of your voice."
Virgil blushed at the words. He cleared his throat before speaking again. "Anything is a pretty broad concept Thomas." Thomas thought about it. "We could play Twenty Questions?" He suggested. "I already know pretty much everything about you." Thomas pouted adorably, making Virgil glad for his night vision. "Well I don't know everything about you. And there has to be something you could ask me."
"Okay. You want to go first?" Thomas nodded before taking a minute to think of his first question. "Favorite color?" Virgil gave an incredulous huff. "Really? That's your first question? That is the lamest, most overused question ever. Besides, isn't it obvious?" Thomas rolled his eyes. "It was the first thing that came to mind! And alright, it is kind of obvious. Purple. But why?"
"Slightly better question. Other than being a Halloween color and generally being the most spooky of the colors. I don't really know. I just find it calming and mysterious." Thomas nodded. "Okay, your turn."
"Hmmmmm, what's the first word you think of when you think of each of your main sides?" Thomas' face scrunched up a bit in confusion. "I had to think of something I wouldn't know the answer to." Thomas nodded in understanding.
"For Roman passionate. For Logan sharp. For Patton attentive. For you warm." Virgil was surprised. "Warm?" Thomas blushed a bit. "It was off the top of my head. And you are really warm to snuggle against right now."
"Oh. Are you getting too warm? Should I..." Virgil went to remove his arms. "No! I mean, no. I'm fine. It's nice." Virgil adjusted his arms back around Thomas. "Normally, I would probably think of something like protective or intense."
"Yes, I am so intense." Virgil deadpanned. "Or sarcastic. And you are intense. Especially when you're focused on something. It's not a bad thing. Your eyes get this look in them and it's....." Thomas trailed off. "What?" Thomas shook his head. "Nothing. Just it's good." Virgil raised an eyebrow again."Okay...your turn again."
"Ummm alright, turning your question back on you. What's the first word you think of when you think of me?" Virgil let out an amused scoff. "Again, very original." The side deadpanned. "Fine. New question. Why are you such an adorable little brat?" He heard a noise of offense.
"I am not a brat! Or adorable! I am a dark, intimidating, mysterious enigma!" Thomas hoped he was in Virgil's line of sight as he directed a false placating look where he assumed Virgil's face was. "Of course you are." Virgil seemed to pick up on his ingenuine tone. "Screw you Sanders." Virgil commented as he pushed Thomas out of his arms, crossing them and looking the other way.
"Ow!" Virgil's eyes widened instantly and he quickly moved to scoop Thomas back up, wildly checking him over for any injuries. "Thomas! Are you okay? I'm sorry. I am a brat. Where are you hurt? Did your head hit the wall? Are you bleeding anywhere? Is-" Virgil cut himself off as he heard Thomas start to giggle. "You didn't actually hit the wall or get hurt did you?"
"Nope. But I got you to take me back didn't I?" The host's tone radiated 'innocence'."And you had the nerve to call me a brat." Despite now realizing the trick, Virgil didn't push Thomas away again. He pulled the host back against him, if anything closer than before. A silence overtook the elevator for a few minutes.
Again Virgil was the first to break the silence as he cleared his throat. "So...how much longer until they have this fixed do you think?" It was clearly a subject change, but Thomas answered him anyway. "Not sure. Probably not too much longer." Thomas really shouldn't feel disappointed by the fact that they would be free soon. But he was. Just a little.
"Thanks, by the way." Virgil shifted around him. "For what?" Thomas made a gesture with one of his hands. "For coming to keep me company. You could have been doing anything else right now in the mindscape, but you chose to come up and sit in a tiny dark elevator with me. So thank you." Virgil nodded, his chin brushing lightly against Thomas' hair as he did so. "Anytime."
"So, should we finish twenty questions?" Thomas asked to a laugh from his side. "No, I think that was a fail. Guess you'll have to find out more about me the old-fashioned way." Thomas nodded. "By spending time with you and talking naturally." Virgil shrugged. "I was going to say sneaking into my room and reading my diary but sure. I guess your way works too. Plus, you'd never find my diary anyway.”
“Fair enough. Besides you didn’t even answer half the questions I was asked anyway.” Thomas muttered into Virgil’s chest. There was a pause before Virgil spoke. "Everything." Thomas tilted his head in confusion. "Hmmm?" "The first word I would think of in association with you." Virgil explained softly. "Everything? Why?" Thomas questioned curiously. "Isn't it obvious? You're everything to me." Thomas' eyes widened at Virgil's words. He couldn’t help imagining hearing those words leave the other’s lips in different context. Between kisses. Out on dates. In bed.
Silence reigned again as Thomas fully processed that. Virgil must have gotten anxious at his lack of response. “Sorry. That was probably...kinda... a little...just…not…” He couldn’t seem to decide what he wanted to say and his breathing was starting to increase again. Thomas hugged him tighter. “Verge, it’s fine. It’s great actually. I love that you care about me so much. I care about you too.” Virgil thankfully seemed to relax once more as Thomas spoke.
“Is it okay if I kiss you?” He didn’t really mean to ask that out loud. It was just that as he relaxed Virgil had rested his head against the side of Thomas’. Thomas could faintly feel the smile on the anxious side’s lips against his skin and he wanted so badly to feel them on his. He thought he could feel Virgil’s cheek heat up against him, though it could have just been the heat radiating off his own face at the moment.
“You mean on the cheek? Like you give your other friends?” He must be imagining the note of hidden hope in Virgil’s voice. He should take the easy out. He really should. “No, I mean on the lips. Like I’d give my boyfriend.” His eyes widened as he processed what he just said. "Your boyfriend?" He wondered if he was imagining the note of hope in Virgil's voice. "Yeah. I mean you don't have to just because I'm y-"
"Yes!" He was cut off by the relatively loud exclamation filling the small room. He was most definitely feeling heat coming off Virgil's cheeks now as the trait cleared his throat rather awkwardly. "I mean, yes. You can kiss me. On the lips. I'd like that. If you want." Thomas felt a wide grin grow on his face. "I'm the one that asked." He pointed out as he leaned forward to press his lips to Virgil's.
Except he still couldn't see so he ended up kissing Virgil's forehead, and his eyelid, and his nose, and his chin. "I will find your lips damn it." Virgil was trying not to laugh, and failing slightly as a few giggles escaped. He couldn't help that Thomas' frustrated, determined face was cute. "You want some h-elp?" Virgil's voice went higher at the end as Thomas missed again and kissed a sensitive spot on his neck. Thomas made a mental note of Virgil's reaction to it as he pulled back. "Yeah, I think I need it."
Virgil leaned forward until his lips were just barely touching Thomas, allowing the host to be the one to push forward, truly connecting them. Virgil's lips were warm and slightly rough where the side worried them between his teeth so often. He managed to be both eager and hesitant in kissing Thomas back, as if afraid of doing something wrong.
Thomas pressed harder against Virgil's lips and turned to crawl into his lap, straddling his side's hips with Virgil's arms still wrapped around him. The action seemed to reassure the anxious trait as he began to kiss back more confidently.
Eventually, Thomas had to breathe, Virgil could hold his breath longer as a side but recognized his host's needs, they barely pulled apart for a moment though before smashing their lips together again. Thomas was surprised but pleased when Virgil lightly nipped at his bottom lip before running his tongue along it. Thomas happily opened his mouth to let Virgil's tongue in.
They take their time exploring each other's mouths until Thomas has to breath again. While he panted heavily, Virgil focused his lips on trailing across Thomas' jawline and then down his neck. This action was not really helping Thomas regain his breath, but that was a small sacrifice to the host in exchange for the feeling of Virgil's lips and teeth and tongue dragging across his skin.
He had just reach the bottom of Thomas' neck and was attempting to suck a mark into his collarbone when they could hear the elevator starting up again. "Really? Are you fucking kidding me? Now is when you decide to work?" The anxious trait groaned to the empty air. Thomas couldn't agree more.
Virgil sighed and gently picked Thomas up and stood up with him before placing him on his feet. "I better get going before the lights come back on. Wouldn't want to try explaining to security why only one person was on the elevator when it stopped, but two were on it when it started again." Thomas could see the sense in that, even though he didn't want to let Virgil go.
He clung to him for a few more seconds before releasing the anxious side with a pout. The pout quickly turned into a smile when Virgil gently kissed it, though the kiss was far too short in Thomas' opinion. He heard as Virgil took a deep breath as if building his courage. "I'll be waiting for you when you get home. See you soon!" Thomas shivered at the tone in the trait's voice. He just barely saw a glimpse of Virgil's smirk in the returning lights before the side vanished.
Thomas got his breathing back under control as he gathered up his bags, and waited for the elevator to get to the ground floor. All in all, he was no longer so frustrated with having to come out today. After all, he did get his gift shopping finally done. Plus, he ended up getting the best present himself in the mall too. Virgil was certainly worth getting out of bed for (or in bed for), and hopefully Thomas will get to be with him for a very, very long time.
However, he thought as he rushed out of the elevator, brushing off apologies from workers and wishing them a Happy Holidays, his desire to just get home had only increased.
Taglist: @organizeddiscord, @lesliealiceinwonderland, @theagenderghost, @riley-castillo, @winterknight1087, @yourfriendlycouchlesbian, @max-is-tired, @obsessingovermanythings
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