Hey there ~
My name is Tracey and I should probably be punched for being a 25 year old women who spends all her time online watching cartoons instead of furthering her career or scouting for husbands or any of that important grown-up stuff. But if you're here right now you're probably a nerd too so you understand the struggle.

Common Reblogs & Obsessions: (current obsession: Transformers)
craig ferguson : transformers : ninja turtles : littlest pet shop : avengers : wreck-it ralph : my little pony : adventure time : homestuck : blue exorcist : digimon : hetalia : gravity falls : disney : art : animation

[A quick RP with internetgeek:]

internetgeek:

Eduard only chuckled as the other compared to himself. He wasn’t going to worry about not being as awesome as Gilbert though he must admit being regarded as awesome at all was quite a compliment within itself. 

“Hmm, I think I do have some sausages,” he said before getting up and looking in the refrigerator for some quality sausages that he could quickly prepare for the two of them. 

“And a couple of beers if you have any! Don’t hold out on me, Ed!” The pale-haired man called after the spectacled one as he disappeared into the kitchen. 

Smiling to himself once alone, Gilbert sprawled on the couch that was now all his own, that is, until a nearby laptop caught his eye. With a slightly devious chuckle, the Prussian sat up and slid it into his lap. 

“Show me your secrets, magic screen” He uttered with a cheshire smile and proceeded to look through it’s contents. Only to come up with not-too-interesting findings. “Aw, man, laaame…” Gilbert whined when Eduard returned, not caring if the other would be mad or not. “Where’s your porn?” He looked positively crestfallen.

(Source: vantivilligo)

[A quick RP with internetgeek:]

internetgeek:

“Sorry about that.. nonetheless you’re welcome.” He knew it would be more satisfying to get out of jam oneself. However, once anyone really came to him for help, his immediate instinct was to just get the character out of the situation himself and make it clear how he did it. Just in case similar things happened again, and in this game, they sure would.

Gilbert butt-scooted over to grab his disk case and put the game away. He hovered over the notes Eduard had written his with a smile. “Y'know Eddie, for a nerd you’re pretty awesome sometimes. Almost as awesome as me. But no one could possibly be as awesome as me so don’t beat yourself up over it, kay?”

“Now!” He tossed the notepad and game on a nearby endstand. “I’m starving! How about some eats, yeah? Got any sausages?” His manners were impeccable. 

(Source: vantivilligo)

[A quick RP with internetgeek:]

internetgeek:

“Yea I can get out of this damn dungeon, this is a situation I’ve been in a few times before,” he replied with a kind of serene calm that came over him whenever he knew precisely what he was doing. And as so he showed Gilbert the exact way to exit the dungeon and wrote it down just in case, the other didn’t get it the first time. There was no time for unnecessary repetition, one either picked up these things quickly or you keep track of troubles on a regular basis. Why else was there a notebook dedicated to game strategies and codes for escaping unpleasant situations. Most of the content he had already memorized by now.

Gilbert hadn’t even realized that his mouth hung slightly agape as he watched Eduard get his character out of the jam with ease. his eyes widened as the freed warrior broke into the sunlight and approached a save point. “Nein-nein-nein!” The albino sputtered and dove at Eduard, landing across his lap with his controller successfully seized. “Don’t save! I’m gonna do it myself when I get home!” He slid away from the Estonian, eyes still glued to the screen like a kid as he inched himself closer and closer to the console so he could turn it off without saving. 

“It’s not as much fun if I have you do it for real.” He turned when the screen went black, grinning. “But thanks man!”

(Source: vantivilligo)

[A quick RP with internetgeek:]

internetgeek:

Opening the door, Eduard found that immediately he was needed in the gaming realm by Gilbert and thus went into immediate preparations. “..What is actually in the way,” he inquired while turning his xbox on and getting out a few controllers. He needed to be ready for whatever was going to be coming. The Estonian didn’t even bother to inquire about Gilbert’s lack of decorum, he was relatively used to it in such situations.

Gilbert flopped into the seat that was his usual claim and went on, “Okay, see, it’s like this. In Doom Lords 5 they made it so you have to spend like fifty-fucking-bajillion hours running around doing shit in the dungeons to get you experience up before you fight the bosses. My guild kicked me out ‘cause they’re asses, but what do I care? I can fight the bosses on my own right? So yeah, I’m done all the tasks but there’s this stupid kid in one of the last room that got a huge guild that won’t let me through to get out of the damn dungeon. They fucking stomp out anyone who tries to get out.” He muttered a few German curses under his breath. “S'just annoying. I’ll show you.”

With controller in hand, he demonstrated. “AHHH!” He tossed the controller. “Tell me you have a cheat code to get out of this freaking dungeon or something!" 

(Source: vantivilligo)

[A quick RP with internetgeek:]

It was certainly way way too late in the evening to be blowing up any phones or busting down any doors, but Gilbert lives in his brother’s basement playing video and computer games all day and night. He had completely lost his sense of time. Did he care?  Shit no!

“Listen man,” The German began when Eduard finally answered the door, “If your xbox isn’t on then get that crap on right now.” He walked in, not bothering to be asked and waving a disk case in the air as he went. He didn’t even notice that he was slightly tracking dirt.

“Some little snot keeps coming between me and the next level!”