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cottoncandyruby · 2 years

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I was gonna do more lil updates for MythiCon but the journey here has been so tumultuous all I’ve wanted to do is sleep and scream 😂

I forgot how to do read more on tumblr so just scroll by if ya don’t wanna read aha

"Anticaption, Aviation & Allergies"

Part 1. A little trip to Dublin

Of course the shortest part of my trip would be the easiest. So my mum and I were up at 3 am got a very expensive taxi, cos there were no trains, to the closest airport. Lingered there until our flight left at 8. I was so excited even though I’ve been on a plane before when I was small, I had no sensory memory of it or anything so the sensation of flying was like woo.

Tis a very short flight to Dublin, like an hour and I had a window seat so the absolute dream 😍. (Also that's like the only picture I took because I forget to take pictures)

Part 2. Dublin to New York

So we had to chill in the airport for 4 ish hours, we shared some BK chips cos airport food is overpriced lol. Anyways, it all chill until we get called to the lil reception people by the gate and they wanna look at our info and we don't know why or what the issue is. We booked this trip through booking.com but it is unclear what info actually went through lmao. They change something on our tickets and we get moved seats (?) And then it's all fine.

We end up talking to this Irish lady who travels for work and tell her about our super fun New York layover; it's 14 hours, we were very excited that we could go explore New York in the later afternoon/evening cos the only thing we anticipated doing was attending MythiCon. The lady's like "Oh....14 hours" with an obvious, "honey something went wrong" face.

Part 3. The New York Flight

We get on the plane to New York and we are on the exit row where you have to verbally confirm that in an emergency you will be able to open the door and help people get out, no pressure right?! I am on the aisle seat, my mum the middle and our new friend Steven(?) is in the window seat.

This flight lasts 7 hours and I spend the entire time reading the first LotR book cos I can't hear Steven for shit, airplanes are loud y'all, and avoiding eyecontact with bathroom users who are queuing up in front of us cos the loo is directly opposite. I made the mistake of wearing, what i used to call, my comfy jeans and I'm a big girl with some thicc thighs and oof ma legs had no circulation.

Steven talks my mums ear off for near 6 of the 7 hours in which she sparingly looks at me for ways out of the conversation or for me to join in, and I genuinely cannot hear him but also the whole ordeal is hilarious to watch. Except Steven thought we were a couple and I am realising I will have to spend the whole of MythiCon reinstating that I am travelling with my mum not my partner. Gosh.

Part 4. Newark, not New York

We arrive and Frodo, Sam, Pippin and Merry have just left Tom Bombadil and we realise we are not getting out of this airport. We retrieve our bags, my suitcase is slightly broken and won't stand up properly but we move. A very nice woman informs us we won't be able to store our luggage anywhere and that our flight which leaves at 6 am, we arrive at 4pm in New York by the way, won't be open for check-in until 3.30 am.

So, we must keep our luggage with us at all times and journeying into New York is suddenly much less appealing. I am also internally reeling from the disappointment of not going up the Empire State Building which was something I thought my mum had booked but no. Anyways, I don't wanna walk around New York with my suitcase but the other big issue besides the prospect of sleeping in the airport is Mielle Rosemary and Mint Hair Oil.

Here be some context before I continue:

I am biracial. My mama's white and I have no connection to my relatives of colour wherever they may be. So, despite being black I have lived a very white experience (still had the racism and all the shit but anyways) for y'all readers of colour or informed folx, you will know afro hair requires different products and care to white hair. I have slowly become aware of this over the last 5 or so years. I have never had a protective style and the town over from me is more diverse than where I live and has afro hair salons. So, I boldly book in for Goddess Locs cos I'm Jamaican and they look pretty and why not spice things up before going on a 33 hour flight?

Unlike as specified in the booking information for this hair it is not 30 minutes but 8 hours and not 55 quid but 85 and its this very rude 19 year old doing my hair. She puts some spray on and recommends I put hair oil on to keep my scalp hydrated. This is the Sunday before we leave. We get the flight to Dublin on the following Wednesday morning.

On Monday, I purchase the aforementioned hair oil. My hair feels a little itchy and I cannot tell if it is mild discomfort because of the weight of the locs or the spray she's used. So on the Tuesday night my mum liberally applies the hair oil across my entire scalp, a lil bit runs down my back across my face etc.

I wake up Wednesday morning, it still itchy.

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We do the Dublin flight, the New York flight and when we land in Newark I am starting to feel very sick and my head feels warm to the touch. It could be from lack of sleep but fainting is imminent so we take the AirTrain to Penn Station and purchase some antihistamines. We see a sign for Madison Square Garden and head back to the airport.

We awkwardly finagle ourselves into a bathroom stall with our suitcases and my mum gets some nail scissors out from her suitcase and cuts my 85 pound hair off of my head. My scalp and more clearly my hairline is covered in bumps. I dont have phobias well except arachnophobia but hives and bumps make me feel sick. So I could not touch my head and boy I wanna scream and cry, I know that I must look as awful as I feel.

We remain in the airport til our flight, I get no sleep, my mum dozes off awkwardly on the chairs and my head gradually stops hurting but is still hot and itchy. The nausea abates over time.

Part 5. New York to Austin

Flight is smooth, my mum sleeps the whole way and I listen to music and half watch ParaNorman with no sound on cos I'm a multitasker.

Our flight is early, and we had booked a driver (which felt so posh) and Austin airport is lovely looking I must say. Anyways, our flight is an hour early so we sit in the pick up bit for am hour gettin chilly. Our driver arrives when he was scheduled to around 10.30 and says he'd been waiting for ages because he saw the flight was updated. Immediately felt guilty aha but he was nice. My mum woke up with a headache so I'm doin most of the talking.

The drive to the hotel is exciting, we passed by so many beautiful houses. Its so much more colourful than I thought, not that I had a whole bucket of ideas about Texas' aesthetic.

The hotel is tall, brown ish and angular. Inside its kind of intimidating but to the right of the entrance my eye catches this big sign for MythiCon and they've got a little reception area fashioned with all the merch Mythical Beasts get when they arrive which I'll post pictures of separately but it's lovely looking. The posters are huge and I fear they will be crumpled on the way back but c'est la vie.

We go to reception after being armed with Mythical Merch and they have shuttle buses runnin' to and from Stat Hill Ranch so my mum and I make a mental note to catch the earliest one which is at 2.30pm today ahhhh.

Anyways reception. Everything's going fine, despite my email the dude respects my chosen name which is very satisfying after being called ma'am several times awoke the gender angst in me. He asks for a small deposit of 225 bucks.

Side note - My mum and I are bad with money. We know she'll have got paid Friday morning for work and that that will cover Mythicon expenses. By the time we get to the hotel, we only have 100 dollars.

My mum calls my nan, I message my best friend, who graciously send us the money and 30 minutes later we are through. Check in was advertised at 4pm (it's around 11 ish when we arrive) but one moment of good luck allows us a room early. He might've just pitied us I don't know. I hate money, I hate capitalism. I know im saying this after having spent so much to just get here but that wasn't even money we had and it feels like we're being reminded of how we don't deserve to be here I don't know. It was very humbling anyways, and I could tell my mum wanted to cry and I was ready to zone out but it got sorted.

We get into the room, I'll share some pictures later cos it is nice in here. I go into the bathroom and do what I usually wind up doing when I hold stuff in and start to cry, a bit from the malaise of travelling its been over 24 hours and I've not slept, a lot from the continuous bad luck, and the rest for the renewed discomfort of the hair oil on my head.

The mirror confirms one thing which is I look abysmal. The product she used on my hair has fried and looks like dandruff, my skin is blotchy, and it's a big oof. I get in the shower to wash out the oil...consequently, I wash it onto my skin and the rest of my body. I bawl whilst doing so.

My hair starts to cool as I dry off but my body starts to swell. My already thicc thighs be getting thiccer, my hands and feet swell. My body, limbs specifically have a veneer of numbness like when you fall asleep on your arm and it takes a while to get any feeling back. It's a bit concerning but I take another antihistamine and finally sleep.

We had planned on exploring last night but we did not go anywhere beyond our room.

Part 6. Fog and Furtive (?) Optimism

Today the bumps on my head feel smoother, I'm still swollen but less so and I am very thirsty. It has been a heck of a journey but if it is the price to pay to see Rhett and Link up close and personal I'll do it.

But I had to rant and feel sorry for myself on the internet first.

If you read this to the end I would like to both thank you and apologise. I am manifesting that things will only get better from here.

This weekend is gonna be Mythical!

#mythicon #personal #about rube #it has been a ride #i am tired #hungry #and ready for rhett and link #they're better be some rhinky shit this weekend

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hugespace · 9 months

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this is more disconcerting than GME

#rhett and link #gmm 2443 #i have nothing to say about the way rhett was standing there all ready for the oozing #and i hate that i typed out the word oozing with my own fingers

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jula483 · 1 year

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LTAT TRAILER LET'S GO

#rhett and link #Stevie #LTAT #mythical society #LTAT my beloved #!!!#rhink #i'm screaming so loud at ''getting ready to have sex with link''#and singing segment???#and the fuck marry kill #i'm gonna die of embarrassment probably #even tho i sent my tweet too #lmao #my post

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asherlockstudy · 1 year

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Just letting whomever reads this know that if they go by a certain schedule, then tomorrow the next R&L video airs, the one that is supposedly about a year? and according to the plot they are separate and then they meet? and Link was in a foul mood while filming?, and my excitement / anxiety is already building up.

Just reminding you that this is the third in a series of at least four videos, which means we are getting closer to the fourth video, which Link said is the riskiest of them all and they connect it to a certain question in their minds that depending on how the audience responds to it, it will determine their future approach….

Are we ready for whatever this is? 😅😅😅😅

#rhink #Rhett and link #randl #R&L #no I am never ready #I have never been ready not once

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unhinged-nymph · 2 years

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A Frontier Story? More like more a self-insert AU fanfic within a self-insert AU fanfic

#I’m going insane over this don’t mind me #I know I’m like 5 years late on buddy system #but I hope y’all are ready for me to be unhinged about it for the next 4-6 business days #bc honestly and truly what the FUCK #this is the gayest shit I’ve ever seen #buddy system season 2 #buddy system #rhink #rhett and link #gmm #mythical entertainment

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ladycynthiana · 2 years

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"Sorry, I'm just ass..." Link Neal, Ear Biscuits 348

#when Link gets a little tongue-tied he's so cute #he felt like an ass for prompting Rhett to talk about his butt plug experience before he was ready and 'lubed' conversationally #Link Neal Quotes #Sextember is Rhett and Link simultaneously being awkward adorable and making me sweat

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anxiousgayseeksvalidation · 1 year

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I’ve Missed Them

Idk what made them really re-examine things, but I could not be happier with GMM lately. I stopped watching for a while, but i’ve been catching random episodes here and there again lately, and I’m really impressed at the entertainment value; it feels like OG GMM again. Someone said that they mentioned in a recent EB that they’re no longer pursuing as many outside projects, so they’re putting more creative energy into GMM.

I certainly hope so. This show is/was special to me, and I really want it to be part of my life again!

#GMM #Good Mythical Morning #rhink #Rhett and Link #a break did me good #i'm ready to give it another chance in the new year #i miss them

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topguncortez · 2 years

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Brosectomy - J. Seresin

pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x shy!wife characters: Javy "Coyote" Machado x OC!Wife (Valerie), Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Robert "Bob" Floyd, Alex Seresin, Ella Seresin, Eli Seresin, Natasha "Phoenix" Trace warnings: vasectomy, crude language (?), Jake and Javy are dramatic, Jake post-surgery word count: A/N: I saw these tiktoks about Link and Rhett's brosectomy, and now here we are:) And here's a little break from all the whump

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When Jake and Y/N found out they were expecting not one, but two children, Jake knew that it was time to get a vasectomy. Y/N had mentioned getting her tubes tied after Eli, but Jake didn't want her to make a decision that would be so permanent when they weren't sure if they were totally done having kids. He also didn't want her to have an extra surgery that would take her longer to recover from, when he could get a local anesthetic and be done within an hour and be able to run after the kids that same day.

Jake wanted to wait until at least after the twins were born to get the surgery, wanting to make sure that he would be able to help. But then he changed his mind when Coyote explained he was also looking into the surgical option.

Coyote and his wife Valerie had three kids under the age of three, and were done for the time being. And Jake couldn't blame them. He was happy that him and Y/N had spaced their kids out by three years.

Y/N and Valerie were sitting in the kitchen as their kids played together. Y/N was the closest with Valerie out of all the wives/partners of the group. She had known her the longest and was Alex's godmother. Y/N felt like she was ready to pop being nearly seven months pregnant with the twins. Valerie was in the middle of telling some story about her oldest girl, Jenna face planting down the stairs when Jake walked in.

“We’re getting a brosectomy,” Jake announced and opened the fridge to get a water out, handing one to Coyote who trailed in behind him.

“A what?” Y/N asks, turning to face the boys.

“A brosectomy,” Coyote repeats.

“Got that, Javy… what exactly is that?” Valerie asks.

“A vasectomy with the bros,” Jake smiles, “Val, Javy here tells me that you two have talked about him getting the ol snip, and well if i even mention having another baby, this missus right there looks ready to commit murder.” Y/N and Valerie shared another look at Jake’s explanation, “So why not go through this stage of life with your bro. Javy and I have done damn near everything together.”

“What brings two guys closer than cutting your swimmers off,” Javy shrugs.

“The two of you literally fly death machines together,” Y/N pointed out, “But I mean… it’s your bodies, your choices.”

“I agree with Y/N. At least a vasectomy is reversible if we want more kids,” Valerie said. Jake gave Y/N a look and wiggled his eyebrows up and down.

“Don’t even think about it Seresin, five is enough,” Y/N said pointing a finger at him, and if as right on que, three blonde haired Seresin children came running in, followed by three dark haired Machado children.

"How fast can you get this appointment?"

Jake got the appointment very quickly. Having already researched an arsenal of surgeons in the area, him and Coyote chose one that they both liked, and made appointments for as soon as possible. They schedule time off work, the doctor recommended at least 10 days totally off work and another week or so of no flying. Jake thought he was going to die not being able to fly for three weeks, but he told himself it was a small price to pay compared to the intensive labors Y/N had gone through.

Phoenix was watching the Seresin kids as Y/N sat in the small room with Jake. He was cursing up a storm about having to wear the hospital gown, but Y/N found it hilarious. She had become a near expert about hospital gowns and always came prepared. Jake climbed up on the small exam table with a sigh, and Y/N giggled.

"You think this is funny?" He said looking over at her, "Some doctor is about to come in here and cut my balls off."

"Okay, you are not a dog," Y/N said rolling her eyes, "And it's just a clip on the-"

"I know, I remember the video," Jake shuddered. He waited a moment before looking over at his pregnant wife, "Is it weird to be sad?"

"No, I don't think it's weird," Y/N said, and leaned over the best she could to run her fingers through his hair, "It's a big thing. It's a life changing thing, really. Means no more babies," She looked down to her very round stomach.

"It's really the end," Jake sighed, "But it doesn't mean we still can't practice." He gave her that classic Hangman smirk and wink.

"Once you start shooting blanks, we can," Y/N sat back in her chair as there was a knock on the door. She smiled as Jake's doctor and Coyote came trailing into the room, "Doctor Miller."

"Y/N, Jake, you ready for this?" Doctor Miller asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be," Jake sighed and shifted on the exam table, "Give me the ol' snip, doc!"

"I think that's my cue to leave," Y/N giggled. Coyote helped her stand up from the chair and gave her a kiss on the cheek, "Val already out there?"

"Yep, so is Bob, Rooster, Payback and Fanboy," Coyote said and Y/N gave him a questioning, "Moral support."

"Oh good god, you would think you two are about to have brain surgery with the dramatics," Y/N rolled her eyes, "I'll see you in an hour," Y/N said to Jake and he nodded, "I love you."

"I love you too," Jake said and kissed his wife.

Y/N said a goodbye to Coyote and Doctor Miller before going out to the waiting room with Valerie. She sighed as she sat down next to the woman.

"We are married to two of the most dramatic men I have ever met," Valerie joked.

"Their mothers deserve an award," Y/N smiled.

It was nearly an hour later when Doctor Miller came out to tell the two wives that their husbands surgeries were complete and they were in recovery. Y/N waddled her way down to the recovery room that Jake was in. She giggled at the look on his face and the ice pack pressed to his groin area.

"I'm glad you find my pain funny," Jake slurred.

"I'm sorry, baby," Y/N said and walked over to her husband. Jake sat up a bit and put his hands on either side of growing belly.

"I did this cause I am a true man and true men do this for their wives," Jake said to her bump. Y/N had to bite back her laughter, "Even if one of you are, or both of you, are girls, you make your man get the cut. Or if you are boys, you get the cut for your wives."

"Okay Mister True Man," Y/N said and Jake looked up at her eyes. His pupils were slightly dilated, probably from the pain meds he was given. He had a lazy smile on his face as he leaned up to kiss his wife, "How are you feeling?"

"Amazing," He sighed and laid back on the bed, "Javy saw my dick, said you're a lucky woman."

"Oh my god," Y/N blushed.

"You are! The luckiest, ever. And now we can fuck all the time and not have to worry about kids. Even though they are a blessing and I love them so very much. We can raw dog it all the time now," Jake gave his wife a lazy smirk and she shook her head, "What!? You like it when I hit it raw." He reached down and grabbed his wife's ass making her squeal.

"Jacob Thomas Seresin!"

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kaluwa-del-conte · 8 months

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lol art prompt if ya fancy it, Rhett helping Link get changed/ dressed/ ready to film with his sling. ❤️❤️ he’s been so gentle with him since he got hurt 😭

Late art prompt 😵‍💫😅 but I do hope you love it!

#link hurt his shoulder #Rhett helping his Bo #art prompt #rhett and link #link neal #rhett mclaughlin #rhett #link #gmm #Rhett and link fanart #rhink #fanart #kdc art #kaluwa del conte art #kaluwa-del-conte art

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hugespace · 10 months

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yall....

#rhett and link #gmmore 2425 #jesus christ....#i'll have you know that it took me like 40 minutes to watch this 22 minutes long More #cause i had to stop and breathe and take a lap around the flat like 5 times lmao #the moment Rhett tried to change the subject but Link continued in that cursed voice so Rhett meditated for a few seconds with his head dow #and then came back ready and with a cursed voice of his own lol #*deep breath* do you want me do do it?

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howlingday · 7 months

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I just thought of a great idea for a post!

I hope that you know who Rhett and Link are, because besides their show Good Mythical Morning, they used to make various skits.

One of their old series of videos was a series called “Famous Last Words”, and I thought why not have the quotes said by various RWBY characters.

Examples;

Ruby(standing on top of a building): Of course I can fly! I’m wearing a cape.

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Jaune(holding a comically large spider): If I don’t get bitten by a spider, how will I ever get superpowers?

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Qrow(holding a plastic knife surrounded by Grimm): Bring it on Grimm!

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Taiyang(holding a plastics knife surrounded by Ninjas): Bring it on Ninjas!

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Sun+Neptune(holding plastic sporks surrounded by Ninja Grimm): BRING IT ON NINJA GRIMM!!!

Thoughts?

So, I looked into Good Mythical Morning, and to be honest, it gives me some real "10 Minute Power Hour" vibes. Pretty good.

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Sun: When I was down in Menagerie, I had a key-lime pie on a stick, covered in chocolate.

Neptune: ???

Sun: I also saw a lot of grandma boobs, too.

Neptune: (Holds up hand, High fives Sun)

Sun: Thank you. But yeah, it was weird, because I guess this is an annual thing where every old person walks around naked?

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Weiss: You know, there's nothing worse than the feeling on the day after your birthday. Because not only did I not redeem my birthday voucher for a discount coffee at Schnee-Bolts, but also my Nana forgot to message me.

Ruby: Ooh. Did that happen? I mean, she's getting up there, so...

Weiss: She is, which is why I don't question it.

Ruby: But it hurt you. I can see it.

Weiss: ...Yes, but I don't let Nana Schnee know it. It's okay, Nana. Today is my birthday.

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Saphron: When we were younger, back when we were visiting the beach for the summer, I just got license and was learning to drive. We, uh, we picked up some ladies.

Jaune: We had eleven ladies in the back of the truck~.

Saphron: But then there was this gap, um...

Jaune: In her tooth.

Saphron : Ye- NO. No, no, it wasn't that. There was a gap in the road, and me, being the dumb teen that I was, just hauled ass through it, and there was a cop there.

Jaune: And he was in a golf-cart.

Saphron: Yeah, yeah. But, uh, then the ladies jumped out once they found out they weren't in trouble.

Jaune: We never saw those ladies again.

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Yang: (Dressed as a ghost, Wear a mustache) You ready to go?

Blake: (Dressed as Pumpkin Pete) Yes.

Yang: Well, hop on, bunny! I'm taking you on a mustache ride STRAIGHT TO HELL!

Blake: ...That honestly scared me.

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Velvet: (Holding cheesy jalapeño popper) These are kinda warty. (Bites into it) But not like genital warts.

Cardin: ...Just so you all know, I'm done.

Velvet: I was don with periods! So I moved on to genital warts, which have nothing in common. ...Y'know, except for being related to the genitals. ...Which are all beautiful.

Cardin: ...No one's got a problem with them! Least of all, me!

#rwby #good mythical morning #sun wukong #neptune vasilias #saphron cotta arc #jaune arc #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #cardin winchester #velvet scarlatina

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asherlockstudy · 1 year

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They dug a hole

Okay so, hmmm, what if, what IF the video is an allegory. (The "what if" is rhetoric in order to not seem like I feel as strongly about this as I do.)

Rhett and Link said they have never dug a hole. However, they have dug several physical holes in old videos, something that's going around tumblr right now. All these holes were parts of a story though. Rhett and Link are notoriously silly but even they aren't silly enough to come up with the idea to dig an actual hole (or many holes), take all the pains this includes and write a song about it for absolutely no reason. I am also not sure they target views with this video. I mean, they always target views but I am not sure this is their priority with this one.

Also, I am gonna address the elephant in the room (I always have the feeling that almost all fans in this fandom avoid the elephants like the plague) but I am pretty sure Rhett and Link know the metaphorical meaning of "digging a hole".

But, again, let's consider what happens in this video while entertaining the possibility that it is an allegory. I am not gonna tell you what I think the allegory is but I am going to analyze what's going on in this video in detail and, maybe, when analyzed in text, the video will stop being so... incoherent.

We Dug A Medium-Sized Hole

The video starts with Rhett and Link speaking to the viewers in full, documentary voices. Rhett starts, and Link cuts the take, not being totally ready for it. They start again, this time both ready. Anyway, they announce that in their whole entertainment career they had never dug a hole and it was about time they did it. Rhett corrects Link, clarifying the hole is already dug and this video only discusses it. So I suppose that if Rhett and Link weren't willing to make a video about it, it would have totally escaped their fans that they had dug a hole already. Link then invites the viewers to follow them in this explanatory journey of the hole-digging.

The take is interrupted by Rhett's massive stomach rumble. Link turns this into a sex joke, where he clearly equates the vague hole with a body orifice. Rhett responds with a low groan.

Then the explanatory journey begins.

Rhett and Link explain how hard it was to find where to dig a hole. In their words, they had to drive as far as 90 minutes outside LA and into the desert in order to not be disturbed / interrupted while digging the hole.

Link makes a comparison that this is where people would choose to hide evil actions, like burying dead bodies. They both agree that on the contrary they don't hide anything, they don't bury anything at all.

Rhett has questions. He has questions about how they will dig the hole, how big the hole will be, what to expect from the hole-digging. Link urges him to not think about it a lot and just enjoy the hole-digging. Rhett acknowleges that they are both on the same page, wishing to just enjoy the hole-digging but he is concerned about what happens afterwards, in the future. What expectations they set and how they will know they met them. How to not be worried or disappointed the next day.

Link gives a hard answer in a very natural fashion. Simply, they should go for the biggest hole they can dig. All in. No thoughts.

Rhett raises his objections to this. If their expectations are huge and they go all in, this could turn into a huge fiasco that would leave them very disappointed. Rhett doesn't want this to be a fiasco, he wants this to be a pleasant experience. In Rhett's words, he wanted to feel good "now, then (after the hole-digging) and in the future". Link sees the reason in this and agrees to set medium expectations. Not too high but definitely not too low either.

Once out there, they try to find the spot that feels JUST right, although many places seem good for the hole-digging to them. Rhett suggests they try to connect spiritually and find the right place with sentiment (a hand on their heart), only to see at some point Link in all fours. They make sex jokes about this and Link says he thought he was making Rhett happy, while it's implied Rhett was amused by it (besides happy). Anyway, with Rhett's lead, they fiddle about a little, with closed eyes and the hands over their hearts, and with Rhett, as ever, teasing Link a little, making him feel like he's chasing Rhett. He soon offers his hand though and where they meet, it's the spot they choose.

There is a cut there for Link to explain how he saw all this situation as an exercise in being open to new situations and experiences, becoming much more agreeable and saying yes to everything.

So they finally make their first attempt to dig the bloody hole. It doesn't go exactly as dreamed imagined. Rhett's attempt falls comically flat, with his shovel not making it through the earth. Link watches him condescendingly and makes remarks as Rhett struggles to push the shovel in. It almost reminds me of all the times Link has screamed first and / or good sex needs to be slow or that strange certainty with which he often jokes about Rhett’s sexual performance. At this point Rhett explains he then realised that this effort to dig the hole could prove to not be easy or fun.

As they very slowly start digging the hole together, Link wonders whether they should throw the dirt in a different or the same pile. Rhett suggests they should throw it in the same pile. Then they wonder why they focus on, no, why they identify with the "digging a hole" part (shame?) and not in the "making a pile" part (as in, an accomplishment?).

As the hole slowly becomes bigger and they now throw the dirt in the same pile, Link becomes more talkative. He starts to tell Rhett openly that this is the thing he enjoys doing the most and that he would not want to do it with anyone else more than with Rhett. Rhett does not reciprocate satisfyingly, except with jokes and teases or he says the same things but you have to squeeze them out of him. A little annoyed, Link stresses that he's being serious and as Rhett does not say anything to this, Link stops digging and looks him in the eye. This whole situation may or may not remind me of all this year(s) Link was complaining publicly that Rhett doesn’t open up to him about his feelings.

I am kind of missing the concept of the next part, but my guess is Rhett tries to avoid answering by saying some totally non-realistic ideal scenario involving dead (grandfathers?) coming back to life could be even better. Then Link intecepts to lowkey threaten him that he could be gone one day and then Rhett would realise digging the hole with him was indeed the best thing instead of getting back dead (grandfathers?) and digging holes with them...? Rhett concedes that he will dig Link’s grave hole (probably meaning all the way up to Link’s death?) and then Link makes some jokes like “nah hun you ain’t that good at it” to which Rhett replies that it wouldn’t be taking much at that point anyway.

The hole grows larger still and they slowly get the hang of this, starting coming up with rhymes and melodies as they enjoy themselves more. The song they come up with describes the pains it takes to dig a hole initially and there is also a mention for a pill to maintain focus 👀 Once each has come up with their part, they improve and they start singing in harmony. Soon the video becomes a video clip and it blasts the finished version of the song, refined.

Meanwhile, we see Link driving an excavator as the hole grows dangerously large for their expectations. Link is totally absorbed in the digging, having the time of his life, almost as much as uncontrollably he seemed to enjoy himself during the Year of the Twink, ha, just something that coincidentally came to my mind. Rhett (who is still mostly shovelling) dances along initially but he gradually panics and stops Link.

Rhett explains that he didn’t want to pull Link from his enjoyment but he was getting very alarmed by the size the hole was getting. Link acknowledged that the hole had indeed become too large but asks if he could be blamed to have so much fun. Rhett agrees that they both had too much fun but it was time to regulate the size of the hole. Rhett then suggests to return the hole to its medium size. Link refuses, they can't do that anymore.

Rhett explains that there is a way to make a large hole medium again with the proper adjustments. That point in time when they had revealed they agreed on some “guidelines” on how to put some limits to their friendship just popped up in my mind randomly, although if so the time frame is a little messed up so it might be a different point in time actually. Link firmly argues that once a hole has become too big, that means it wasn’t meant to stay medium anyway or that that moment of medium size is long gone. (However, if we go back to Link’s original suggestion to make as big a hole as possible, it is almost certain that Link then suggested a medium-size only to not scare Rhett away from the project but it was a massive hole he was dreaming about from the beginning.)

Rhett was convinced.

Rhett explains that he was convinced by Link because he too realised and admitted that originally planning to only dig a medium hole was very different from spontaneously digging a large hole and then trying to shrink it. Link added that they had failed to maintain a medium hole, simply because they were very successful at making a large one.

They tried to trace the root of the problem. According to them, when they agreed on medium-size expectations, they didn't analyze what exactly this meant for each of them. They had a problem to establish new expectations between them and they didn't know how to cover the large hole they had made.

So they asked professional help. From the crew. Whether Twinkle Fingers symbolizes the whole Mythical crew, one crew member, a few or Twinkle Fingers himself, I can not tell. Rhett and Link ask from a Mythical member to cover their large hole and the poor fellow clarifies he can find the dimensions for a new one (but not cover the large one). While he keeps data of their hole, it's clear Link still doesn't consider it as large as it should be, to Rhett's mild annoyance. The crew member's tools are giving Rhett and Link easily the information they need in order to know how large the dimensions of their hole actually are.

The mythical member adds naked images of Rhett and Link in the digital reconstruction of the hole. Then Rhett and Link ask from the crew member to help them make a medium-sized hole, as they couldn't on their own. Rhett makes clear that the crew member has no say in the size of the hole, he will only follow the directions Rhett and Link will give him. Rhett suggests they repeat the whole placing the hand over their heart in order to know where truly medium size is for them.

Interestingly, this time, it's Rhett who opts for a larger medium hole while Link opts for the smaller medium, even though he was the one to make it huge in the first place. Rhett criticizes the tininess of Link's hole, almost, almost like the unusual neediness he expressed during the pandemic quarantines and his criticising of Link's distance, almost I say, but they compromise into making the median hole of their two holes, where Link has to open up a little more again and Rhett has to lower his expectations a little.

This time though, they feel done with all the turmoil of finding all these spots to dig a hole. So they buy... ehm so they decide to dig the medium hole in the Creative House. They start very small all over again, by making a tiny medium hole in a recreation in the yard. Yet, once again, Rhett is concerned that the excavator they are using goes by default for large holes. So once out in the field again for the proper work, this time it's Rhett driving the excavator and it has half the power of the original excavator.

Rhett is focused, he has taken the lead to keep this thing precise. However, Link soon interrupts Rhett, thinking they should at least go back in this with their own hands, doing all the work themselves. One thing they mention is that they should take into account the depth of the hole as well, and they both agree to keep the hole shallow. Much different from the huge and gaping hole that is still right behind them.

In a shovel to perfect the hole, Rhett accidentally kills a mole. In his last moments, the mole reveals he is a fan, a fan of Rhett and Link's medium-sized hole digging. He is also scornful of other people who might not get the appeal of this hole digging. He is also so pleased with it that even his death is worth it, in a way. Link expresses guilt, saying perhaps they should try to shrink the large hole a bit after all, instead of creating another medium, shallow hole. The mole disagrees though, insisting that many people dig themselves large holes but to dig yourself a medium one with such precision and fidelity to the plan is admirable.

The mole dies and Rhett throws him listlessly in the large hole.

In the end, Rhett and Link look at each other proudly for making a medium sized hole.

After making a large hole.

And then going back to determine what medium is.

And then instead of filling the large hole to reach medium size, they just made another hole next to the massive one gaping right behind them.

So the holes are two now.

As the drone flies farther away from them, we see the mole as a cloud winking at us. Clearly, the mole-fan is at a good place, he's probably become an angel.

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sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Rhett wasn’t a religious man; he hadn’t been for a long time. Still, he went to church with his family every Sunday and kept his eyes trained on the pulpit. His mother thought that he was finally taking in what Pastor Simon said to heart, but only one thing could have the youngest Abbott so entranced; the preacher’s daughter that dutifully sat in the front row, every Sunday. ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: 18+, MINORS DNI, mentions of alcohol and hangovers, small descriptions of sexual acts, more to come in full fic. ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪɴғᴏ: Pronouns used are She/Her/Hers, AFAB!Reader, beginnings of a FWB relationship between Rhett and Reader. This is an excerpt from a full-length fic, linked here! ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: Fem!Reader, Romantic!Reader X Rhett Abbott ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1.1k ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀᴅ: MINORS DNI!! My blog is strictly 18+!! Any minors or ageless/blank blogs interacting with my fics or my blog will be blocked (and, yes, I do check). I can't stop you from reading my fics, but I can stop you from accessing my fics if my boundaries aren't respected. Your media consumption is your own responsibility, just as it is mine regarding what I post. Please tread thoughtfully and carefully, and keep yourselves happy, healthy, and safe.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The air in the sanctuary was thick as Pastor Simon droned through his sermon, pacing the length of the pulpit with his bible clutched tightly in his old hands. His voice boomed through the small space, echoing off the wood-paneled walls and resounding in Rhett’s ears as he tried to ignore the pounding in his head. His Stetson hung low over his forehead, trying to shield his sensitive blue eyes from the blinding morning light seeping through the windows. His hangovers were never this intense; either he had drunk too much the previous night, or Pastor Simon’s voice was so boring that it was causing him physical pain.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett felt a harsh pinch on his thigh, and he flinched, ready to snap at whoever bothered him, but he quickly realized that it was his mother silently reminding him to stay awake. His mouth fell into a sarcastic sneer before he recovered and offered his mother a firm nod of his head and a tight-lipped smile to appease her. Cecilia frowned, and he fought against a whiney comment, instead opting for a quiet grumble as he sat up straight in his chair. He gave her a pointed look and removed his Stetson from his head, and she hummed in approval, pleased that he had taken her silent direction.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett hadn’t thought that his silent squabble had earned anyone’s attention, but he knew he had been caught when his eyes met the pastor’s daughter’s gaze across the room. (Y/N) had turned her head over her shoulder, a small, amused smile on her face as she watched Cecilia scold Rhett as if he were five years old again. Rhett readjusted in his seat, his arms crossing over his broad chest as he felt the tips of his ears begin to burn with embarrassment under her stare. (Y/N)’s head tilted slightly as if she were asking him a question, but before he could think of an answer to a question he didn’t know, she returned her attention to the pulpit, nodding along with her father’s sermon.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The young Abbott’s man kept his eyes on (Y/N) as she gathered her hair in her hands and let the strands settle over one shoulder, exposing her neck to his eyes. Her fingertips grazed her skin, nails lightly scratching the base of her throat before she dropped her hand to her lap again. Her chin tilted up, extending her neck and stretching her muscles before she relaxed, dropping her chin so she could read the bible resting over her knees.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The way that Rhett and (Y/N) were seated gave them direct views of one another, and Rhett could see most of her body. Her legs were crossed at the ankles, relaxed against the seat of her chair. Her skirt had ridden up, revealing the smooth skin of her thighs. She mindlessly toyed with the hem, pulling it higher and higher up her leg. Rhett thickly swallowed, letting his mind swim with sinful thoughts of marking up her legs, littering them with pretty purple bruises and lovebites. He thought of kneading the soft flesh with his calloused hands, relishing in the goosebumps he would leave behind, and how the plush fat would feel wrapped around his head, muffling his hearing so he’d only just barely hear the beautiful noises he would draw out of her.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett was thrown from his thoughts when (Y/N) suddenly readjusted in her seat, crossing one leg over the other and swiveling her body, so she was sitting sideways on the chair. He panicked, body flushing with embarrassment as his eyes flashed up to her face, finding that she was already staring at him. He had been caught staring at her legs, his mind running rampant with fantasies. (Y/N) grinned, her teeth chewing on her lip as she let her eyes wander over Rhett’s body before she looked at the pulpit once more, pretending as if she hadn’t exposed Rhett’s shamelessness in checking her out.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) had always been an interesting woman. She was the epitome of a pastor’s daughter. She attended church every Sunday, helped out in the daycare on weekdays, was active in the Women’s Group, and helped plan fundraising events for families in the congregation that needed extra funds. She never did anything wrong, anything sinful, and always said the nicest things with a bright smile on her face. She wore conservative clothes, nothing too tight or revealing, and her face was always cleared of heavy makeup, giving her such an innocent look with lightly coated lashes, soft rosy cheeks, and glossy lips. But Rhett had always thought there was something more just underneath the surface.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎They had grown up together, going through elementary to high school in the same classes. While Rhett grew rebellious and ambitious to achieve fame as a bull rider, (Y/N) remained the sweet, innocent girl that was content to live her life in Wabang as the pastor’s daughter. By graduation, they were nothing more than strangers to one another, their reputations landing them on different ends of Wabang High’s social stratosphere. But that didn’t stop Rhett from watching her as she led the congregation in song or served food at the church’s monthly luncheon, blushing when she’d catch his eye or muttering an excuse to leave before his stomach would lurch with a delicious, yet sometimes overwhelming, fluttery feeling.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett was too young and stupid to realize what his longing looks and flustered words around her meant. He was too naive to understand that his nerves and the funny feeling in his stomach meant more than just a childhood crush. For years, the youngest Abbott oftentimes tried to convince himself that he was just imagining the lingering stares or the suggestive brushing of her fingertips against him when she passed him. He tried to brush it off as his darkest fantasies trying to turn polite glances and innocent touches into something more, his mind playing cruel tricks on him in place of his lonesome nights.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎But that was before they grew up. Now, after being in the world and experiencing real attraction, real lust, he was convinced that it was something more. He was convinced that (Y/N) knew what she was doing and that she was purposeful in how she looked at him or placed her hand over his when handing him his food at the luncheons. He was certain now that he wasn’t imagining things when she smirked and turned away, continuing to innocently play with her skirt and show Rhett more and more of her skin after she’d caught him.

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