le chaos. | another marsy dump.

[marsy]

he's always spilling tea it's gr8
he's basically me tbh except british

[marsy]

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- character(s): krystal, mentions of others
- brief summary + trigger warning: this is cancer pls end my suffering

[div style="width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.1;"]krys couldn't stop giggling. he'd been sitting in front of the camera, on his bed, for at least five minutes trying to do in the intro, but he ended up giggling each time. he was practically in tears after the third try, because the video he was recording was going to be absolutely terrific.

after awhile longer of laughing so hard literal tears were streaming down his face, he wiped at his eyes and took a deep breath before speaking up. "hey, my dudes!" finger guns; classic, "i am your host, krystal alexander, and today's vlog is going to be pretty short, but... oh boy." i'm finally meeting my idol. what a title. "you may or may not know who this is about, and i'll tell you that in a second, but first-," krys pulls the hoodie he'd been sitting on, pulls the one he was already wearing off, and puts on the other hoodie, "that's better." like a god church.

"so awhile ago, jem and i made a video reacting to little blonde boy's music video, it's everyday bro." HIT 'EM WITH THAT DAB, KRYS. OH SHIT, DOUBLE DAB. "yes, that little blonde boy. my absolute most favorite human being on the face of this earth. anyway, we reacted and basically just fuckin' dissed him the entire time. we couldn't stop laughing. it's was great." krys' smile seemed to grow, and he giggled a little. "at the end of the video, i announced that i was a 'jake paulers,' the plural-ness being in reference to one of h3h3's videos on the kid, and apparently he fuckin' took it seriously."

krys stopped for a moment, making A Face, and snorted after a few seconds. "he told me the video jem and i made was funny, it made him laugh, yada yada. i played a long, i was nice about it, y'know? i don't wanna start shit with anyone." he licks over his lips and wipes at his face, laughing breathily before letting out a yell, then looked up and continued. "then he asked me... if i wanted to meet up with him today, or tomorrow which is today, today, because we live pretty close, it's about a forty minute drive form team 10's place to... the squad's place." he visibly cringed, and giggled.

"of course, ya'll know i'm such a huge jake paulers, and i couldn't say no. this video will be out after i meet him, he'll probably record it so ya'll can see how that goes. i'm already regretting this decision." he puts his head in his hands and groans. "nah, nah, this is gonna be so great. i'm his number one fan, this is gonna be great." he looked into the camera with the face of a man who doesn't want to live anymore. "wish me luck, guys." he got up and turned the camera off, before grabbing his phone off the bed and jogging out of his room. he was supposed to be meeting jake in a half hour at the team 10 house. this was a bad idea; a very, very, very bad idea.

[marsy]

i have... finally reached rock bottom, guys.

me @ myself

[marsy]

i regret writing that sm
but i'm keeping it up bc i hate myself

[fuentes]

i have... finally reached rock bottom, guys.

me @ myself

me @ me after writing the monthly mayonnaise meeting fic tbh

everyone has that one (1) thing they regret writing so it's totally nbd

[marsy]

the monthly mayonnaise meeting fic was actually amazing tho

that,, abomination i wrote is just pure cancer

but for some goddamn reason it made me laugh, so i'm leaving it there

so everyone else can suffer with me, if they end up reading it

[marsy]

i blame it on all the h3h3 and pewdiepie videos of jake paul that i binge-watched for no particular reason other than why the fuck not

[fuentes]

the monthly mayonnaise meeting fic was actually amazing tho

it may be pure cancer but it had me laughing my ass ok it was gr8

[marsy]

literally there was like three/four others who said the same thing so
it was fuckin great alright don't argue with me

i was crying laughing writing it, i hate myself sm
i fucking lost it at the dabbing jfc i almost stopped and part of me wishes i did

[fuentes]

it only took me like two hours to write because for some ungodly reason i had a shit ton of muse for it lmao @ muse you stay wilin but fr wyd tho??

the fucking dabbing killed me man omg
the whole thing just got crazier and crazier as it progressed and i love it