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Every Swarto Shipper Right Now
Guys. This is where it all started. Those are the Bloody Marys.
Forever reblog
this is legitimately maybe the 40th time probably more that ive reblogged this and i will until the day i die
Rule Number One of the Holy Trinity Fandom: If you see the Bloody Mary picture, you reblog the Bloody Mary picture. I don’t care if you reblog it five times in a row. You must ALWAYS reblog the day the Trinity was born.
THE Bloody Marys
EVERY SINGLE PERSON THAT REBLOGS THIS BY DECEMBER 25TH, 2015 WILL GET A RANDOM DOODLE
The doodle will be based off their url, blog title and/or description, and possibly the first couple of posts I see on their blog!
My Drunk Q & Yay
001 // target trips
Getting lost in patterned versus solid and hand knotted versus handwoven, Ingrid was trying to focus on the rugs in front of her. However, she was pulled out of her concentration when her cart hit her in the hip as someone ran into it. She heard a girl apologize with a voice very familiar, but she couldn’t put her finger. “Oh no, I’m sorry I’ll move…” Ingrid trailed off, moving her cart over before looking up to see whom had ran into her cart. That was why the voice sounded so familiar. It was none other than Hannah Hart.
Not that Ingrid didn’t love Hannah- because she did. Hannah Hart was an amazing, kind, caring, and honest person, and Ingrid loved spending time with her. However, the second she realized whom had bumped into her, those dreaded words popped into her head again. I’m gay. She quickly pushed it back down as the words came up. To be honest, Hannah was really the last person she needed to run into on today of all days. Ingrid felt guilty for thinking it because of how nice Hannah was, but part of Hannah’s brand was being gay, and it was a not so subtle reminder of what had been on Ingrid’s mind. Hoping the other girl couldn’t see the tension she was holding within her, Ingrid put on a happy face and leaned in to hug Hannah immediately.
“Hannah, hi!” Ingrid said, squeezing the girl tightly. Though she was having a rough day, Hannah Hart could brighten that up in a few seconds; it was just her nature. “I haven’t seen you in forever! How funny that we would run into each other here,” Ingrid said, after pulling away from the hug. “I guess Target is just that good!” she added with a smile. “What have you been up to lately?” Ingrid asked, leaning against her cart.
Hannah reciprocated the hug with equal force, patting the other’s back in a comforting manner, as she does during every hug. She saw the other tense up before the interaction though, she was that observant. This didn’t mean that she had to be nosy about it, she knows manners. After the hug, Han rested her elbows on the cart railing, bending down to a rather uncomfortable looking position “Oh you know, taking care of my baby dog, have you seen baby ollie?” She interjected, thoroughly excited about introducing her pet to almost everyone she knew and loved. Hannah observed the things strategically placed in the nooks and crannies of the rectangular metal basket on wheels, beauty gurus are such organized beings, she thought to herself. Hannah had thought about the anxious look ingrid had earlier, maybe she was disturbing the brunette? She may have been in target to stress shop and try to get away from people for now. Maybe? This wasn’t like Ingrid at all, at least what she knows of her. Ingrid was the bubbly, gorgeous, and silly beauty guru that knew how to have fun and when she’d get serious about things. Bubbly because who in this world could make any beauty video entertaining as well as informative? There wasn’t a bad bone in ingrid’s body, she was almost perfect. Of course, this must have been one of her days that she just feels down, she is human, after all. Was this just her thinking about ingrid? No, this isn’t appropriate, you’re recovering from a break up, Hannah. Sure, she’s an ideal woman, but Hannah just thought that it was too soon to think of someone like that now. Ingrid, of all people. Who was straight to her knowledge, which Hannah’s pretty sure she is. “Uhh, ingrid?” Han clasped her hands together, standing up straight with an uneasy half smile “You know, you can always tell me if this is a bad time for me to talk to you, in my opinion, you actually look kind of worried.” She took one, two steps back, dragging her sanuk sneakers on the smooth white tiles. Tucking her hands in her pant pockets, she was sort of embarrassed that she talked about utter nonsense, it was a habit of hers to beat herself up for no apparent reason.
❝ Drunk Chef? I think I’ve seen you before…probably in Youtuber’s React. ❞ The gamer smiled before taking her hand and shaking it. ❝ It’s nice to meet you. Oh, and thanks! I try…like…zero percent of the time. ❞
Han lightly shook the other’s hand before letting go, patting his shoulder because that was how hannah was, physical contact was important along with conversation “Same, dude! I think it’s just youtuber’s react, I wonder why we haven’t collabed before. Your nerdness in games is effortless!”
Correction: a manskirt. The most manly piece of clothing in the entire world.
Right right, a manskirt. But it just feels flowy and plain... revealing! For me, at least.
001 // target trips
Ingrid brushed a stray hair out of her eyes as she scanned the shelves at target for Nugget’s food. Nugget would only eat a very specific kind of food; he was a very picky boy. Finally finding it on the bottom shelf, she grabbed a few cans and tossed them in her cart before wandering over to her favorite section of Target: the homeware section with all of the cute little trinkets and warm blankets and throw pillows. It was like her personal idea of heaven. On this given day, everything was appealing to her, and she knew she was going to splurge. After coming to terms with her lack of control when it came to home goods, Ingrid started strolling through the aisles and tossing things in her cart left and right.
Just as she was smelling the candles, her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she glanced down to see yet another new text message from one of her friends. She pressed the power button and shoved her phone to the bottom of her purse. Ingrid was not feeling particularly sociable today. She checked every message to make sure it wasn’t anything urgent, and she had done her best to answer everyone at the beginning of the day. However, as the day had gone on, she had felt more and more of a need to escape. Home had become like a prison for her, as had her daily routine. Today, she felt the need to break free from it all; she simply needed a change. Therefore, the new homeware was completely justified.
Ingrid placed her favorite candle carefully at the bottom of her cart, making sure it was cushioned inside of a blanket before moving on. Lately, life had just become too much for Ingrid. Everything felt like it was crashing in on her, and feelings that she had suppressed for a long while were bubbling up inside her. She had gotten so good at pushing them back down whenever they came up, but it was getting more and more difficult lately. Everywhere she turned, something reminded her of them, and I’m gay would pop up into her head. Even thinking that phrase sent shivers through her body. I can’t be. Ingrid pushed on, trying to push the thoughts down as well. She tried to distract herself by examining the rugs.
Hannah was more of a farmer’s market kind of woman, thus being called ‘mom’ by a select few of her friends, though she decides to go to target because it was delightful to have the conveniences of city living just a little drive from home. Although it was a pain to leave ollie at home again, they had no more cheese, which was an important puzzle piece in her home. Perhaps the deli? No time, she thought to herself. It was the dreaded part of grocery shopping; parking space hunt. She’d peruse over the cars with haste, much like looking at aisles of food, finally spotting a place for her loyal silver prius. Han took a turn and carefully backed her car up to the square space then stepping on the breaks, the car’s low humming stopped as she took her keys out. Locking her doors, she jogged on her way to the entrance, which was pretty far off. Nothing like morning exercise, she thought as jogging turned into jaunting, at this point people stared at her like she was out of her mind. The dull blonde girl came to a stop once she reached the front doors, stepping in as rough cold air assaults her face. No complaints though, the heat outside was enough to cook eggs on top of each car in the lot. She bumps into one of the carts as per her getting lost in thought. “Ahh oh no, I’m so so sorr-” Hannah notices that the cart was filled with homeware items, looking up to the owner of the cart, it was ingrid nilsen. Her face brightened up, fixing the other’s cart back in its place “Ingrid, Hey there!” She greeted with a toothy grin.
Just a lil’ reminder. (x)
“Oh, boy… that was so long ago!!” Phil laughed, pocketing his hands. The male was, to say the least, slightly embarrassed about that video. “I think that’d be fine, as long as we won’t be singing Toxic.”
Han hit his arm playfully, crossing her arms after in amusement “I’m not a meanie, I can assure that. I think we should cook rather than sing, because then we could get a recipe from your favorite old woman that her name I forgot..”
I channel my inner Scot that way—no part of me is Scottish. At least you get the freedom of not wearing pants while still having something on your bottom.
I almost believed you with that ‘inner scot’ thing, you know. But wouldn’t that be like wearing a skirt, the most uncomfortable piece of clothing in the entire world?
❝ No, I’m from Achievement Hunter — Joking, yeah, I am. ❞ David couldn’t help but chuckle softly, before nodding with a small grin. ❝ Yeah, I am. You’re…Hannah…Hart? Right? ❞
“Oh, aren’t we all achievement hunters?” Han held her hand out with a polite nod “Mmhmm, aka drunk chef on the youtubes. I love your show!”
“This is amazing!! It’s been such a long time since we’ve seen each other. I’ll tell Dan about this when I get home.”
“RIght? I think we should collab sometime, maybe a drunk kitchen, or some tunesday since your fans loved your britney spears lip sync, right? I do my research.” Hannah clasped her hands together like a villain
“You there,” Hannah asked whilst heading over towards the other with wide eyes, “You’re from smosh games, right? I think I’ve seen you there.”
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Oh, no, /that/’s because I play video games without my pants on. An alternative, you say? Simple. A kilt.
Ahh, understandable! Sometimes I make videos with only tyler oakley’s booty shorts on. Kilts, seriously? You would wear a kilt?
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♕|| “Indeed I did, Miss Hart! You’re cooking is superb and interesting as ever! Though, I do have to wonder if you cooked them drunk or not…” ||♕
Hannah rested her chin on her fist dramatically with a long hum, “I may or may not have been drunk making those puppies.” She teased
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