LindsayTuggLife

Lindsay Tuggey Jones: Achievement Hunteress. The voice of Ruby Rose in RWBY & Kimball in Red vs Blue. Cat Fanatic Oh, I also married that one dork who got famous screaming at video games. He's mine. You can't touch him. I legally own his ass now. [[ NOT THE REAL LINDSAY TUGGEY JONES. RP Life, man... ]]

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SHE’S HERE!

[daft-witch]

[thetugglifechoseme]

“One down. Forever to go.” (x)

[themonalisa]

❤ The Jones’ Wedding Anniversary ❤ 

[papistark]

Official trophy husband Michael Tuggey.

[daft-witch]

my aesthetic: powerful warrior girls and the handsome boys who’d die for them [insp]

Michael&Lindsay | Meg&Gavin

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Apr 3rd 2014 | Apr 2nd 2015

[iwatchedyoufall]

Alternately, puppies.

[dunklmns-blog]

i love this cutie. don’t tell my wife. 12 tracks; 42 minutes. [listen]

lucky - colbie calliat & jason mraz // pocketful of dreams - hedley // something great - one direction // fallin’ for you - colbie calliat // count on me - bruno mars // everything - michael buble // thinking out loud - ed sheeran // i love you will still sound the same - oh honey // dreaming’s for sleeping - hedley // chills - down with webster // my life would suck without you - kelly clarkson // all to myself - marianas trench

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[thetugglifechoseme]

"In 6th place—Lindsay Tuggey!" "I’m Jones now, you fuck."

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[chanlerberats]

[novaquill]

Like a river flows surely to the sea Darling so it goes some things are meant to be take my hand, take my whole life too for I can’t help falling in love with you

[itsragequitmichael]

Trouble in Paradise || Team Jones

[itsragequitmichael]

Michael smiled softly as Lindsay started to get into their future life together, with little ones running around. Even though the speech was sweet and warm, it made him upset at the same time. His heart condition was scaring him more than he liked to admit and was ultimately paranoid by everything going on around him. He was scared that he wasn’t going to get to that point in their lives together, or leave this world too soon before he could accomplish all his life goals. Hell - he was being sincere and yelled less at Gavin because he was scared that the last thing he would ever say to Gavin would be something that he didn’t mean. 

"What about if we have a girl hmm?" He asked her, kissing her forehead again and letting his lips linger there for a few moments before continuing. "Hell - if she looks anything like you, I’ll have to carry around a shotgun for all those boys that will come flocking to her." He joked, but secretly meant it. "She’d probably be stubborn and rebellious as hell - but in a way, I’d want that." He smiled, his eyes shooting up to the night sky at all the constellations around them. "It’s a good life, Lindsay Jones. It’s a good life." 

"I just want to be there for it." It came out like a whisper, his sadness just laced in that sentence. "I want to be there for all of it." He didn’t even notice the one lone tear going done his face which ended up hitting her forehead. He noticed her stir and realized what it was. "Sorry." He mumbled, wiping the tear of her forehead and sniffling - trying to keep himself from producing anymore.

[thetugglifechoseme]

"If we had a girl, you'd be wrapped around her pinky finger," Lindsay teased. "I'd love to see the boy's face when he shows up to pick her up, and you're just shitting outfront, shining your gun and practicing your aim," she started to laugh. She knew how protective Michael was of her, but she could barely imagine how protective he would be of their baby girl. She'd probably never be allowed out of the house, nevermind leave the house with a boy. "You just don't want her push all the boys away, so you won't have to shoot them all" she chuckled. 

Lindsay loved talking about the future with Michael , but she suddenly frowned when she heard his next comments. She fell quiet for a moment, before she suddenly felt a drop on her forehead. She glance up at the clear sky, as if hoping it was a raindrop that struck her face. She knew Michael always had this little doubt that he wasn't going to make it far enough to see this future they always talked about, but she also knew that he was going to be there. There was no desirably future without him, anyhow. Not for her, anyways.

She sat up to face him fully. "You're gonna be here," Lindsay told her husband plainly. "Don't you dare believe otherwise," she looked him in the eye. "You are going to meet your future kid. Or two. You are gonna be there when they say their first cuss word, cause someone forgets to sensor themselves," she smirked. "You're gonna walk drop the little tyke off at preschool. You're gonna be sitting in the principal's office when said kid gets in trouble for their attitude when they lose some game. You're gonna be there. Standing next to me. And it's gonna be great. Okay?"

[itsragequitmichael]

Trouble in Paradise || Team Jones

[itsragequitmichael]

Michael tightened his arms around her and sighed “I dunno. I mean - you know what my family is like. There’s always something wrong with one of us.” He said in a joking tone, but was 100% serious. “Even though I am the powerful Michael Vincent Jones, I can’t talk my brother out of anything. He’s the middle child, but older than me. Even though I’m not so little anymore, I’m still the baby brother of the pack - you know?” He asked before resting his chin on top of her head. “I think I’ll just send a nice, long rant to my brother then not pick up the phone for the next few days. I’m in France - what the fuck am I supposed to do about something that is going on in New Jersey?” He asked. 

He shrugged his shoulders “I’ve been taking my pills - the pains just seem to slip through now and then. I called my doctor and he told me just to up my dosage - I haven’t done so yet but I planned on doing so.” He looked at her “I’m not bullshitting this one, Linds. Being in that ambulance.. my whole life flashed before my eyes. My days in Nursery, all my birthdays, my fights with my brothers, my high school golden moments, my first video on YouTube, filming my first rage quit, joining Roosterteeth, meeting you for the first time and everything that happened then on wards, meeting all my best friends today…” He rambled on until he stopped to catch a breath. “Bottom line is that the scare has really opened my eyes to everything around me. Hell - I got on the phone and got a life support plan so that you will be taken care of if anything happens to me. Granted you’d probably waste all that money on cats - but in a way, I’d want you to.” He joked but then got serious again. “I’ve realized nowadays that I can’t be stubborn when it comes to my health. It’s not only me that it concerns anymore and I’d be dammed if I let it worry you and any of my best friends.” 

"I plan on sticking around for a long time, don’t you worry." He smiled. "Michael Jones doesn’t go down without a fight."

[thetugglifechoseme]

"I love your family, but they are definitely an interesting bunch. It's probably a Jersey thing. Since you're pretty out there too," she teased. "But I would just make one last, strongly worded text. Then forget about it. At least you tried," she shrugged. "Plus, you have better things to do. Like cuddling with your wifey and getting pissed off at video games."

Lindsay listened as he rambled on. She frowned a bit, noting how many great things he's done already and realizing all the great things he may miss. She sighed as he talked about getting a life support plan, before his comment made her laugh. "I wouldn't waste all the money on cats," she said. "I would only need enough cats to fill the gap that's left. Okay, maybe I'd need a lot of cats," she admitted as he grew serious again."It's not your fault your physical heart sucks. At least your emotional heart makes up for it," she grinned. "And I'm your wife. It's my job to worry about your health. It's my way of protecting you. You battle my haters. I'll battle your health conditions and bills," Lindsay smirked as she planned a small kiss on his lips. 

"Plus, I need you to stick around. For as long as possible," she told him as she leaned her head against his chest again. "We need to reach a few more milestones before you're even close to getting off the hook of this wacky life." She thought for a moment. "Like starting a family. I need you alive for that. I'll also need you to be with me while I'm in labour. Someone has to hold my hand as I scream in apparent horrendous pain. And I can't raise a mini Jones by myself. Especially if he, or she, is as stubborn as you," she glanced up at him. "But the little guy is definitely gonna have your curls. Hopefully your eyes too. But then they are gonna get out of trouble all the time, cause how can I say no to those curls and those puppy dog eyes?" She started to imagine her future family again. "Probably get sent back from preschool cause the shouted the F-word when they lose a game, like tic-tac-toe or rock-paper-scissors. God... I'm gonna love that strange, wacky kid..."

[itsragequitmichael]

Trouble in Paradise || Team Jones

[itsragequitmichael]

Michael looked down at her and listened to what she had to say, smiling a small smile as she continued going on. He was glad that this was all started to get resolved now, because he didn’t feel like sleeping on the couch over a stupid argument that shouldn’t have even happened in the first place. He knew how she felt sometimes - he was just as stubborn as her, or maybe even worse. He felt his heart flutter slightly when she mentioned him being the reason she stayed at Roosterteeth. Even though it felt a bit wrong to say, he was so honored to be such a huge figure in her life. In light of these words, he snuggled her closer and kissed her head sweetly before looking down at her. 

"I love you - you stubborn child." He joked, leaning his head down to give her a kiss. It was simple and sweet yet loving and full of energy. He never wanted her to forget that he was there for her, he would stand with her through any problem and continue holding her hand until the end of days. He always wanted her to remember that even when it felt like the world was against her, he would never be. He’d be there for her to fall back on, just like he knew she’d do for him. He pulled away after a few moments and smiled "Even after all the kisses we’ve shared, I never get over how I feel whenever we share one." He smiled softly. 

"I know - and I’m sorry I haven’t been talking to you about everything this week." He sighed "I was just sick and tired of everything going on. It’s all stupid stuff that I didn’t want to waste your time on hearing. You know - my brother just doing something stupid that’s upset my mother that I’m supposed to fix halfway across the world. And then just feeling ill and having my chest pains now and then." He admitted, looking down at her. "I think that’s something we should work on huh? Talking like this to each other regularly and letting each other just ramble on." He rubbed her back and never took his eyes of her. 

[thetugglifechoseme]

"I love you too." She smiled as she kissed. In just short little kiss, all tension of the day faded away. As if the fight never happened. She rolled her eyes at his little moment. "You almost make me sick with how romantic you are," she teased. "Good thing I love it." It made her feel special every moment he said something so cheesy. It was as if he was constantly trying to prove his love in new ways at the most random times. But she loved every comment and every gesture. It was one of her favorite things about him. Then again, almost everything about him was her favorite, as clique as it may sound.

"I think most couples have some problems with communication every now and again," she commented. "And you're never wasting my time if it's something you really need to talk or rant about. Trust me, I'd much rather hear about your family problems than go through 4 hours of Minecraft footage," Lindsay chuckled. She nestled into his chest again, feeling a chill. "I mean... Have you talked to your brother? At least leave him a text or voicemail? Then you can at least tell your mother you tried and maybe get her off your back. And if that doesn't work, don't answer the phone every time. Like... Pick up every other time until the problem resolves itself," she tried to offer some sort of advice.

"But seriously, you need to tell me about your chest pains and when you're feeling ill. I don't need another panic attack, thank you very much," she half-teased. She sat up and looked at him. "Speaking of your chest pains, are they still bothering you?" she looked a bit concerned. "You need to take your pills. You probably should've at least taken them before you walked out. Cause that was quite a while ago..." She paused for a moment, catching herself. She laughed for a moment before leaning into his chest again. "Nevermind," she mumbled as she looked at the sky. "Look," she pointed at the stars. "Is that the Big Dipper? Or the tiny one? Little Dipper?"

[itsragequitmichael]

Trouble in Paradise || Team Jones

[itsragequitmichael]

Michael jumped slightly at the sound of Lindsay’s voice, looking over at her. She looked disheveled and looking like she had a billion things on her mind. He was surprised she was out here to be honest, he didn’t think she would want to leave the nice heated cabin they shared together. “I’m fine..” He mumbled, twiddling his fingers “I just forgot to take some of m medication today. I’ll take it when I go to bed..” He looked away from her and out towards the ocean, admiring how the moonlight shone off of the water. He had a billion things running through his mind as well, still lost in thought about a lot of things. Until he came to his conclusion. He sighed and shrugged his shoulders in defeat before speaking up to his wife “Come here.”

He opened up his arms and moved his legs back onto the floor as she got on and made herself comfortable in his lap. He felt bad and hated fighting with Lindsay, he didn’t want the tense air between them to continue any longer. He wrapped his arms around her and cuddled her into his chest, placing a couple of sweet kisses on her forehead. He was in love with her - he couldn’t be mad at her for more than a hour. Of course he knew the topic of discussion would come back up again, only hopefully the next discussion would be more calm and less harsh words between the two. 

"I’m sorry, Lindsay." He ended up mumbling, breaking the silence between the two. "I understand that there’s somethings that you just need to deal with by yourself - and I know you’re strong and mature enough to handle these types of situations by yourself but I just - I worry." He looked at her. "I remember walking in on your breaking down all that time ago and how I never wanted to see such a sight again. I just don’t want you dealing with something like that alone - like I had to deal with it alone." He confessed. "I remember what it feels like and how much words can hurt someone. No-one seemed to help me back then - I just don’t want someone that I love more than I could ever love myself having to go through the same thing."

"I can back off, I can try to let you address the problem." He said quickly, looking out at the ocean. "I mean - I can try. I just - " He stopped mid sentence in thought before he continued "I don’t ever want to see you upset."

[thetugglifechoseme]

Lindsay could tell her wasn't expecting her to show up. He looked shocked and a confused when he looked up at her. When he looked away, she swore he was ignoring her. She was stuck between speaking up or just walking away. Maybe he needed more time to let off steam or maybe he just needed to be lost in his thoughts. Then, he spoke up. She smiled to herself, just happy to see him not pushing her away.

She sat on his lap and nestled into his warmth. Already, it felt as if the tension faded away. At least to an extend. She knew it might return when the subject did. However, she appreciated the moment while she could. Lindsay didn't want to fight with Michael. She wanted to make up already. She wanted to cuddle and pretend those words were never said. It was definitely more appealing than the heavy tension caused by everything else. She loved Michael, and when stuff like this happened, it almost felt like maybe she forgot that. But it's not something she ever wants to forget. It keeps her strong and keeps her going. It's what makes her want to be a better person and to keep climbing the steep ladder. He made everything better. Everything. 

She stayed quiet as he began to speak. She buried her face into his chest, trying to hold back minor tears. She felt guilty herself, but the fact that he was still apologizing, and explaining what she already knew: how much he loved her, only made her felt worse the fight even happened. He was only trying to protect her. Her getting upset about that was just plain wrong. It was like if Michael got mad at her for crying in the ambulance. They only worried and cared so much for each other, that sometimes it caused them to jump the gun. Love makes you do some crazy things.

Lindsay waited for him to finish before smiling up at him. "You shouldn't be sorry. Not really. You weren't doing anything wrong," she told him. "If anything, I was just being a rebellious child. Wanting to stand on my own two feet. When I can barely walk without you holding my hand." She paused for a moment. "I'm the one that's sorry. I knew  you were stressed this week. I guessed you were probably feeling like crap. Yet I still picked a fight for no reason. Not you. You just want to protect me, which is perfectly reasonable. I haven't been able to handle it before, and truth be told, I can't handle it now. Not properly, at least," she admitted. "I can't yell at people who I think of as fans. You know... The customer is always right. Which is not fucking true. At all,"  Lindsay chuckled. She looked up at him, her grin growing. "I know I can stand on my own two feet, but it can be hard. Really hard. Especially when you have all these weights on yourself. But you keep me standing and grounded, and you're probably the reason I didn't leave Rooster Teeth. I probably would've listened to those idiots and just left. Left my dream job behind. It would've been horrible. Working some desk job, probably. Uck, imagine that?" she laughed. "But you saved me from having that boring life. You're all the reasons I'm happy, actually."

[itsragequitmichael]

Trouble in Paradise || Team Jones

[itsragequitmichael]

It was sort of nice to just relax  and breathe in the night air. He wasn’t one that had the push or energy to go explore and do things that required effort. He was a lazy fuck - he knew it. Maybe he could do more stuff like this, maybe even go out on night walks and runs. Yet he would have to think about his heart before doing all that stuff. He sighed and stared down at his hands for a moment, twirling the wedding band on his finger. He loved that thing to death, he was always cleaning it and wearing at at every second of the day - sometimes even sleeping with it. He didn’t know whether it was because it represented Lindsay’s pledge to spend her life with him or the fact that he actually got to wear one - probably both. 

Michael’s thoughts all jumbled around in his head, thinking about the fight and Lindsay. Now put at some sort of ease, he understood Lindsay’s side of it. But he also couldn’t bring himself to call himself out for being the wrong one - at least, wrong for the whole argument. He knew what it felt like to be picked on and judged by people, people saying horrible things and wanting him gone. Of course nowadays, he couldn’t give a shit about any of those statements and isn’t effected by them whatsoever - that’s just how his personality has developed over the years. But during his young years in middle school and high school, he knew what it felt like to be bullied. Sure, he has a good amount of friends that had the same interests - but he was still labeled as a nerd for his interests by others. He remembered being hurt by stuff people would taunt and shout at him - him only being a young pre-teen boy when it started. He knew how much it hurt - even if he wasn’t effected by it anymore. Bullying is bullying: no matter what age or who it is from. Maybe that played a part in why he was so defensive and calling out anybody who took a shot at Lindsay - he didn’t want her feeling the same sadness he used to feel. 

Especially after when he caught her in a breakdown about all the hatefulness coming towards her. He remembered it clear as a day, it had only been about three months into their relationship. The couple hadn’t moved in together yet and they were still doing sleepover dates. He remembered that it was Lindsay’s turn to have him over that night, they were going to watch a bunch of movies while he grabbed a large pizza from them to share. He just remembered using the key she gave him to open the door and be greeted by Lindsay crying at her desk. The memory has always been fresh and evident in his mind - and he never wanted to see that again. 

He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, wanting to fall asleep in a sense. He heard footsteps coming up to the skydeck but refused to ignore them. He focused on trying to fall asleep when a pain shot through his chest, causing him to groan softly and flutter his eyes open.

[thetugglifechoseme]

Lindsay walked around for a little bit. She was trying to clear her mind, pretending to not care about the comments. Pretending she didn't get a fight with her husband. Pretending the world wasn't bothering her. She ran her hands along the walls mindlessly as she looked for something to catch her eye. Eventually, she grew bored and leaned again the railing, looking out onto the wide ocean and sky. Blue and almost welcoming. It was like they were in the middle of no where. "You would think you wouldn't have troubles here. In the middle of the ocean, for Pete's sake," she laughed to herself. "But nope." 

She zipped up her hoodie as she stared into the blue abyss. Lindsay finally gave up on trying to fight her thoughts. However, all she could think about was how dumb everything was. The fight. The comments. The way she handled everything. She knew she shouldn't have gotten so upset, especially with Michael. His intentions were good. If anything, the idea of her trying to defend herself in the way Michael always does didn't even work out in theory. She couldn't really call them out on their shit. Not directly. Lindsay could only make sarcastic jokes in twitter and the occasional passive aggressive comment in a video or two. Her husband's method seemed to be much more effective anyhow, considering he didn't ignore it like the victim. 

Maybe one reason Lindsay couldn't get the courage was because she knew how bullying worked. Or how it usually worked. The bully is self-conscious themselves, and making someone feel worse made them feel better. Causing pain shouldn't be the answer to solving your own problems, as it's only passing on your own misery to someone else. However, that wasn't always the situation. Some people just find pure joy in making people sad. Lindsay could never tell which kind of bullies these horrible commentators were. She didn't know to feel bad for them or despise them. Either way, she couldn't show the pains their words cause her. It would only let the win. So... Ignoring was her favorite option.

Realizing she might be overthinking everything, she started walking again. She continued to drag her hand across the railing, with the other tugged into her pocket. As she wandered onto the sky-deck, she noticed a seemingly sleeping figure. She recognize the beanie, and the curls sneaking from under it, rather quickly. It's probably not a good idea to sleep out here, she thought to herself as she tried to continue walking in his general direction. When he suddenly seemed to wake up, Lindsay swore she could hear some sort of groan. Her steps sped up, until she stopped herself a foot or two away from him. "Are you okay?" she asked quietly.