likingletsplays:

Authors Note:

Thank you for the inspiration @bingiplierdaily 

The post that inspired me is here 

Google straightened out
his jeans as he sat down huffing slightly. Bing walked into the front room and
sat on the same couch as him.

“So how do you think
tonight is going to go?” Bing asked turning to face Google.

Google raised his
eyebrows and turned to face Bing, “I wish I could say it’s going to go well,
but I don’t see that happening. It’s a bad idea to go to a carnival.”

“Why would you say
that? The double date will be awesome.” Bing argued strengthening his glasses.

Google took a deep
breath, “There are two very competitive people going on this date Bing. And you
are one of them.”

“I will admit to that.
But are you saying your perfect Bim is competitive cause King isn’t at all.”
Bing replied folding his arms across his chest.

“Of course he is. That man
is insufferable to play any kind of game against if you aren’t on his team.” Google
said a smile on his face.

“My robot is better than
yours.” Bim said over his shoulder walking into the front room, King following
close behind.

“I take it back,” Google
said standing up, “This was an awful idea. It has to be the worst idea Bim has
come up with.”

“Bim Google is best for
you, “King said walking up to Bing and resting his head on his shoulder, “Bing
is best for me.”

“We can get through
this.” Bing said as Google intertwined his fingers with Bim.

~

“So do you think it’s
with everything they will be completive? Or just the games?” King asked Google
as they followed the two men as they raced to the next game through the crowd.

“You are so going
down!” Bim exclaimed joy full on his face.

“If you’re under the
assumption that I’ll let you win, you will be sorely disappointed. I never give
up easy.” Bing replied.

“I’m honestly waiting
for a fight to breakout break out between them.” Google said smiling his and
Kings arms full of different sized stuffed toys.

King shook his head as
they stopped behind the men who had just found anew game, “Bing won’t do that. He
knows I respect Bim too much. An argument though….I wouldn’t put it past them.”

“Can we go eat yet?” Google called as both men
picked up the fake guns and began to shoot the targets.

“Give us fifteen more
minutes?” Bing asked. Bim had one eye closed and the tip of his tongue sticking
out the side of his mouth as he aimed down the gun.

“That’s all you get.”
King said.

“I’m sorry about Bim’s
comment earlier.” Google said looking over to King.

King shrugged, “I know
how competitive both men can be I’m used to it.”

“What’s it like being
engaged?” Google asked after some silence and another stuffed bear being added
to Google’s arms.

“It shouldn’t still
feel new considering it’s almost been five months but it does.” King admitted a
soft smile on his face, ‘Why do you ask?” both men followed the two men to the
next game.

“I’m thinking about
asking Bim.” Google whispered keeping a close eye on Bim to make sure he wasn’t
listening to their conversation.

“Do you know how you
want to ask him?” King asked a slightly shocked look on his face.

“No not yet. But I know
I can’t live without him.” Google admitted watching Bim pick up a pink ping pong
ball.

“You know….that’s what
made me so sure about Bing.” King said shifting his head to the left so his
crown would sit back on top of his head.

After six hours at the
carnival King and Google persuaded their boyfriends to leave. Part of the way
they did it was point out that neither of them could carry any more stuffed animals,
the other part being Bim’s love of botanical gardens.

“Good job on thinking
of the garden for dinner.” King told Google his teeth clenched to keep a
stuffed animal balanced on his own pile. Google smiled following Bim back to
the car.

~

“That was the most fun I’ve
had in so long.” Bim sang sitting back on the bench crumbs and frosting covering
his mouth.

“How was that fun?”
King asked from across the table, an apple in hand.

“We had someone to be competitive
with.” Bing answered sipping on his water, “You are an amazing person babe and I
can’t wait to spend the rest of my live with you but you’re not really competitive.
It was nice to actually feel like I had to fight to win.”

Google smiled and
leaned over pressing a light kiss to Bim’s cheek, “Next time King and I will
send you both to the carnival then and we’ll find something else to do.” Google
grabbed his napkin and lightly cleaned off Bim’s mouth.

King nodded in
agreement, “We are so happy you two get along so well, but we personally don’t like
carrying around all your winnings.”
“All together you had 5 Large stuffed animals, 7 medium ones and 35 little
ones, “Google interjected, “King and I couldn’t really see or enjoy anything
because we were too worried about not dropping the bears.”
“How about next double date we go to Dave and Busters then. They have competitive
games for Bim and I, and allows you to be hands free almost all day till the
end.” Bing said.

“Yes that would be amazing.”
Bim agreed bouncing with excitement, “And we could also have a drink or two.”

Google shook his head
in amusement, “I’m just happy we had no fights today.”

“I’m happy I got you a
blue bear.” Bim answered back pecking Google’s lips.

@bimgle @little-frying-pan

snarkyfinch:

The Host drops by Dr. Iplier’s clinic for a bandage fix and to ask a favor.

---

                                                           —-

---

“Wilford Warfstache, would you please sit down for your check up? The faster you let me do what I need to, the faster you can get away from the clinic. I’ve known you too damn long for you to still being pulling this kind of stuff.” Doctor Iplier’s voice entails this is a dispute that’s been going on for a while, and Host has to bite back a laugh. Poor thing always has had a hard time with Wilford.
“Doctor, the Host believes he has come at an inopportune moment.” The Host’s voice seems to startle the doctor, who whips around to face the Host with wide eyes. When he finally focuses in on the other ego he lets out a nervous laugh, wringing his hands together as he often does when he’s anxious. When the Host still went by the name Author, the Doctor did far less hand wringing. Perhaps the Host is the one to make him so anxious? Curious. The Host tilts his head to one side and the doctor’s hands finally still.

“Host! No- it’s- well, yes, it is a poor time.” The doctor admits, grimacing as Wilford knocks something over behind them. “I’m sorry, I know I said to just drop by whenever but–”
“This is a perfect time, Hosty my boy!” Wilford invites himself abruptly into the conversation, and while Doc could have sworn he had just been by the cabinets he’s suddenly right next to the Host. The Host does not flinch, instead gives Wilford a cold smile until the pink ego moves away a pace. “I was just leaving!”
“You were not!” Doctor Iplier tries to insist, but too late. Warfstache is gone. Poor, poor Doctor Iplier, Host tries not to look too amused as he thinks it. The doctor seems to know of his amusement anyway, judging by the look he casts to the other ego.

Keep reading

alcordraws:

“You’re ridiculous, get your hands away from there”, William says with a laugh and a hiccup, slapping Damien’s clumsy hands away from the bottle of wine he’d been spilling on the floor instead of his glass.

“No, no, I’ve got it”, Damien insists, squinting at the purple-red stain on his loose white shirt. “What’s that one my shirt?”

William huffs at him, sliding the wine out of reach and ignoring his noises of outrage and resolutely not look into Damien’s eyes lest he be tricked into giving it back. Though he’s less drunk than Damien, his hands still move sloppily and the bottle nearly falls to the floor in his attempt to put it away. He gives Damien a single glass, the same glass he’d been using all evening and William snorts at the delight on Damien’s face when he finds the drink in his hand.

“Will, you’re the only person I care about right this moment”, Damien slurs with absolute seriousness belied by the wave of messy curls falling into his face and the fact that the blazer he’s wearing is clearly not his, too large and not matching the blue of his suit.

“You’re making me blush”, William says dryly, giving Damien a gentle pat on his head. Damien beams at him, eyes fever-bright and hazy, but with a smile more genuine than Mark’s or Celine’s have been in the last few years.

William feels his heart soften.

“We should head back, before our hosts notice we’re missing”, he suggests, nudging Damien toward the door, party noises muffled on the other side. The kitchen feels like another world, quiet and empty, with only the two of them occupying its space.

Damien hesitates for a moment and something flickers in his eyes too fast for William to decode it, before he nods and slips back into the fray. After a second, William follows.

Terrible App Idea

Instagrant. It’s like Instagram, except you can only make an account if your name is Grant.

tinysidestrashcaptain:

coconut-cluster:

coconut-cluster:

alright but can you imagine Virgil biting into a kiwi like an apple while Roman screams and Patton is sobbing to Logan because “is he dying Logan is my son gonna die?!?!” and Logan is just fuming because no, the skin is edible, but by God it’s an edible crime against humanity

do u ever regret making a post

*side eyes my heelys post* I may be familiar with this feeling… perhaps….a little…

punchrabbit:

abbf26:

theory: fortnite dancing is good for kids

reasoning: for a lot of kids exercise is boring. fortine dancing isnt

other reasoning: theyre fucking children and controversially i think fun should be allowed

Also: it’s funny and at a moment’s notice they are trained and ready to throw down

nich-moon:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

i encounter people who want to try short hair but have been socialized to be nervous about it way more often than people who have cut their hair short and regret it.

my advice: if you’re interested in short hair, go for it

• it’s fun
• so damn convenient
• dries faster (great in winter)
• cooler (great in summer)
• less hair in the sink/on the floor 
• timesaver
• easier to style
• middle finger @ gender binary 
• grows faster
• (not necessarily technically, it just feels that way. a few inches of growth feels crazy long if you’re used ear length)

try it in stages if you’re hesitant. take a few inches off here and there. trim it impulsively at home. shave it all off at once. do whatever, life’s beauty is its impermanence, rules are fake.

honestly it should be the norm for everyone to try both long and short styles at some point. it’s very freeing

This is extremely true