On Twitter I have two accounts, @halledean and @Girlbuscus.
On my Girlbuscus account I made an icon that looks like the Tobuscus intro and I got a ton of people asking me to make them one or to explain how to make one. So, tonight I went back through the steps and took screencaps of my progress. Soon, hopefully tomorrow, I’ll post a whole tutorial here, but I have to go to bed now. See ya later!
So, I’m leaving. I won’t be posting anything, anywhere for at least thirteen weeks. Where am I going where I won’t have computer access? United States Marine Corps boot camp. Yep. I’ll be back at the end of February 2012, assuming I pass my IST (Initial Strength Test) and I’m not injured at some point. Until then I’ll be without a computer, a phone, or contact with the outside world besides handwritten letters.
While I’m gone, please try not to leave me too many messages or anything like that, because I won’t be able to respond until I get back. haha
Anyways, I won’t be able to post any more of my fan fiction or read any more of any fan fictions I’m currently reading, so I’m very sorry. :/
I’ll miss you all dearly and I’ll see you when I get back!
-halle
P.S. THIRTEEN WEEKS WITHOUT ANY TOBY VIDEOS! I’m going to cry every night. I just know it. Gah!
“Hopefully the roads will clear up and I’ll be able to get all my stuff,” Toby said. He was recording his lazy vlog, using a nearly dead flashlight we had found to light up his face. “And hopefully the power comes back on, or we’ll be blind as soon as my battery runs out.” The phone really needed to be charged so he was trying to make the lazy vlog short so he wouldn’t use up all the battery life. “What do I mean by ‘we’?” he asked, looking over at me.
“Oh no,” I said under my breath. While he walked around the room I had been sitting on his bed so that no one would see me in the video.
“I have a girl staying in my house,” he said, grinning excitedly. “She’s from the Audience. Let’s go talk to her.” He sat next to me on the bed and adjusted the camera and flashlight so that we both appeared on the little screen. “This is Holly,” he told the Audience. “She got drunk and-“
“I did not!” I protested, but he ignored me.
“-so my mom kidnapped her and gave her to me for Christmas.”
“That’s not true either!” I laughed.
“I’m pretty sure that’s how it happened,” he said, nodding.
“You are such a liar!” I exclaimed. “I wasn’t drunk, I was sick! And your mom was just helping me.”
“Shh, shh, shh,” he said, putting his finger on my lips. “It’s more interesting in my version.” He turned his attention back to the Audience and told them, “So, she’s gonna be living with me now.”
“Until the roads clear up,” I added.
“Forever!” he corrected. “Don’t listen to her. She’s drunk.”
I laughed. “I can’t be! All we have is Pop-Tarts!”
Last chapter for a LOOONNG time, guys/girls/both/other. :/ Hope you like it.
Is the day I’m officially screwed.
He has one. Belly helped him make it xD
But seriously, I wouldn’t be surprised if he actually does and he tracks himself just because he can. I’d…
Guys, I dunno if he actually uses Tumblr or anything, but he’s definitely looked at stuff before because he’s tweeted about it… . Not to freak you out or anything… .
(Source: buscusinc)
We were in the middle of watching a movie on Netflix when there was a power outage.
“Hey,” Toby yelled as the room went pitch black. “I was trying to watch that!” I grasped his arm tightly. “Are you okay?” he asked concernedly.
I nodded, but then realized that he couldn’t see me. “I- yeah,” I said. “I’m just a little scared of the dark.”
“It’s okay,” he said, pulling me into a hug. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. It’s just the beginning of the intro of darkness then redness then whiteness.”
I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Toby always made me feel better. “But there’s no redness or whiteness,” I pointed out.
“That happens sometimes,” he shrugged.
Heh. Hehh… .
Fortunately for me, I had recently posted several things that actually had nothing to do with Toby. Unfortunately, Toby didn’t stop reading after the first few posts. About halfway down the first page was a GIF of him, lying down, with his eyes blinking open. It wouldn’t have been so bad, but the title of the post was, ‘It would be so amazing to wake up next to this.’
“Well, was it?” he asked cheekily, looking down at my scarlet colored face.
“Let’s go to a different website,” I mumbled.
He just laughed and scrolled further down the page. The next post he found about himself was a reblogged GIF taken from the end of the BlackBoxTV episode he’d been in. His face was all bloody and he was walking towards the camera, looking incredibly attractive, in my opinion. The original poster apparently agreed, because she had captioned the photo, ‘hothothothothot.’ The comment I had added to the photo was much worse: something along the lines of, ‘Ow, my ovaries just exploded! Toby, stop being so damn attractive.’
“Your ovaries, really?” he asked. “Sorry about that.”
“This is getting really awkward,” I said.
“Nah, this is fun,” he grinned. “Just let me look at a few more.”
I’m posting so many at once because I have so many pre-written. Also, Starting on Sunday, I won’t be able to post ANYTHING for thirteen weeks… .
AND HE SEES EVERYTHING.
LOL, You guys would be embarrassed about how often you say he’s gorgeously handsome, funny, talented and just genuinely awesome.
And you would also be embarrassed about how that one time you said you’d like to kidnap him.
Or how he has very attractive hands.
And you’d be SHOCKED to find out that he saw you had posted this gif multiple times.
What would you do if that was me?
MUHAHAHAAHA
I miiiiiight just die if that were true. hehh
When I woke up, I was very warm and content and I never wanted to move. Toby’s strong arms were still around me, but I had apparently turned in the night, because I was facing him and my palms were resting on his chest. My head was tucked under his chin and I was curled up against him. I wished time would just freeze so I could stay there forever. Judging by the faintness of the light coming through the window, it was still very early in the morning, so I snuggled closer and went back to sleep.
The second time I awoke, Toby was up as well. He was stroking my hair softly with the tips of his fingers. I lay still, hoping he wouldn’t stop, but he looked down and saw that my eyes were open. I smiled up at him drowsily. He was too adorable to describe with his hair all messed up like it was.
“Good mornin’,” he said to me. “Did you sleep well?”
I nodded. “Much better after moving in here,” I said.
“See, I knew I should have made you take the bed in the first place,” he said.
“But then you would have slept on the couch and it wouldn’t have made any difference,” I pointed out.
He grinned. “Ohh, so you liked sleeping with me, not sleeping in the bed.”
Yeah, it’s cutesy. SHUT UP! lol
The entire day was great. We had basically just talked most of the day, eating more Pop-Tarts when we got hungry. Toby went to take a shower when it started getting dark, so I watched the videos he’d posted for the day while he was gone. I also took that time to make myself calm down. I actually managed to get my heart beating at a regular pace when Toby walked back into the room.
His hair was wet and drops of water were falling onto his bare chest. It took me a few seconds to realize that I was staring, openmouthed, at him. I closed my mouth and looked away quickly. He was wearing his jeans, but his t-shirt was in his hand. I wondered for a moment why he wasn’t wearing it, not that I minded.
“My freakin’ shirt got wet,” he said. “I knew I should have brought more than one.” He crossed the room and went down the hall to the laundry room. I heard the dryer start and then he came back and sat next to me.
“So, you don’t have any other shirts?” I asked.
“Oh, does this bother you?” He stood up.
“Not at all,” I said quickly. Then I realized what I’d said and looked away. “I just mean - um …”
“Really?” he said, grinning down at me.
“I didn’t- I’m just- Oh God.”
Chapter Three!! haha, I might post chapter four tonight too, but I dunno… .
