Requested: “can you write an imagine based on the song just a little bit of your heart by ariana? :) love your writing by the way!”
A/N: So I said a while ago that I enjoy writing imagines based on songs and/or poems and things of that sort. So my next upcoming imagines will probably all be requested songs that you guys sent me! I might do a part 2 for this one but idk. Let me know y'all
I don’t feel the need to know who you’re with
Roses were always your favorite no matter how cliche it was. The petals were soft yet depending on the rose, sometimes they had thorns on the stem. Thorns that could make you bleed the same way love did. You normally hated poetry, and romantic comparisons or things of that sort, but the fact that roses were so beautiful yet sometimes so painful to touch, the same way love was, it was just interesting to you. And somehow someone knew this. Someone knew you liked roses, someone knew you enjoyed the sunset colored ones with the petals you’d rub your thumb against. For the past few months or so someone had been sending you roses every couple weesk. One week it was a huge bouquet of orangey pink petals with a note hidden behind the thorns that you always thought would say something but it never did. Usually just a heart would be drawn on the tiny piece of paper, and occasionally there’d be numbers written on the note, but you never know what it meant. They were long numbers usually, with no spaces in between. You thought this secret admirer of yours was sweet at first and you had kept some of the flowers in vases, but you tended to get tired of it considering they wouldn’t tell you who they were. Your friends had told you it was probably an old friend from high school, and that just irritated you even more. Either way it wouldn’t matter anyway because your heart was already taken.
A close friend of yours had mutual friends with someone who somehow ended up introducing you to Shawn Mendes, and you immediately fell in love just like the rest of the world did whenever they heard his voice. You felt a little pathetic for succumbing to the worlds way of falling for the same guy every other girl had fallen for, but you couldn’t help it. You understood easily why everyone drooled over him. It didn’t matter anyway, he seemed to be preoccupied with his music or other girls which was understandable. You had surprisingly talked to him often, snapchatting and texting small talk. He was a friend, and you hated it. You wanted to be more than friends. You tried not to flirt a lot, you never asked him about his past girlfriends, and you tried not to talk too much about where he went on those lonely Friday nights at 3am after an award show or something. You secretly cared and you always wished he’d come to you whenever he was looking for a little extra attention on those nights, but he never did. You figured because of the fact that you didn’t talk to him about those things, maybe he would like you, maybe he’d seem excited about the fact that he was talking to a girl who didn’t only care about how good he was in bed, or how much money he was making. You assumed most girls only cared about those things, but you didn’t. And you tried your hardest to make it appear that way, and you tried hard to show that you cared for him. But apparently he wasn’t getting that message, and it continued to break your heart, so you-not even caring anymore at this point- threw away another bouquet of roses that you wished were from Shawn.
Just a little bit of your heart, is all I want
“Yeah, they’re all freaking out because I haven’t posted a picture or anything, it’s kinda funny.” Shawn laughed lightly as he told you about his new tattoo that his fans felt teased by since he hadn’t posted about it. He was right about his fans, and you remember seeing plenty of comments and tweets talking about how much of a tease Shawn was. It was all true, and you wished it wasn’t. There were so many times you wondered if Shawn was flirting with you, and he’d give you tiny bits of what it was like to be with him, only to rip it away from you by taking two days to respond to a simple text, or not talking to you with the same tone. He really was a tease and it drove you crazy. You were currently wrapped up in your thoughts as you looked out the window next to you, watching the busy lives of strangers on the street. You wondered who else was going through what you felt, who else had such strong feelings for someone who didn’t feel the same.
The day had taken an unexpected turn and you ended up walking into this fancy restaurant for dinner after work because you felt like you deserved it. It was the weekend after all so why not? You had posted about it on Twitter or something and almost two minutes later Shawn favorited your tweet, and texted you saying he was in that area. So here he was now, sitting across from you with food in front of him. You wanted to call this a date, but of course you didn’t and you assumed it was just a friendly dinner with a good friend. That’s what adults do all the time right? He was chewing on his finger, and that button up dress shirt he was wearing complimented his hazel eyes, along with those curls of his that needed to be cut. You scratched the back of your neck and forced yourself to stop looking at him and to finish your food.
“You okay? Do you not like your food? You can have some of mine if you want or something.” He caught you off guard and his voice melted in you ears like honey being poured into a sweet cup of tea.
“Oh no, I’m fine. I like my food, I’m okay! Thank you though.” You smiled at his kindness to share with you and you shoved some more of your food into your mouth. You really did like what was on your plate, you just found yourself struggling to concentrate on anything when Shawn Mendes was sitting in front of you. You don’t remember being so flustered just by being with him. You’ve been friends with him for some time now and you had talked to him millions of times without getting this nervous. Your feelings were blooming like flowers in the spring, and you wished so badly you could reach across the table to grab him. Grab his face, and kiss him. Grab his chest, to feel his heartbeat. The insides of his heart were most likely just as beautiful as his face. You knew him, and you knew his personality was amazing but you didn’t know him enough, and all you wanted was just even a tiny piece of his heart to learn about. What does he think about when he can’t sleep? Who does he think about the most? His family? His friends? His fans? Himself? Another girl? You chewed on your now cold food and continued to wonder these things, and think these thoughts as he kept talking about who knows what now. You weren’t even listening anymore.
I heard a little love, is better than none
Wind blew around your hair as you walked up to your house, and right as you placed your foot on the step to your door, you almost completely crushed a single rose with your shoe. If you didn’t love flowers so much you wouldn’t have stopped yourself and you would’ve stomped all over the damn rose until it was in pieces. Although you were head over heels for someone else, it was still a little sweet to you that this other stranger was still sending you flowers. But today, you were going to end it. You picked up the rose and walked into your house, placing it on the kitchen table. You pulled out your phone and went to Twitter, you figured this secret admirer of yours was following you ( or so you hoped ) so why not post about this, and ask them to stop sending you roses? You started typing but from the corner of your eye, something caught your attention. You hadn’t even noticed before but there was a small note attached to the stem of the rose like usual, but this time it wasn’t just a heart or some numbers. There were actual words written on the small piece of paper. You almost dropped your phone, picking up the note and tearing it off the little string tied around the stem.
“Don’t forget me, and I won’t forget you.” 6317
What the hell is that supposed to mean?? Next to the one sentence there were numbers written. No lines, no dashes. You re read the sentence and stared at the number trying to figure out what kind of game this person was playing. You looked at the numbers one more time before realizing what the date was today. It was June 4th, 2017, and yesterday was June 3rd. 6/3/17 was yesterday. Right? The numbers had to be a date, what else could it be? You were confused and frustrated either way, so you decided to finish your tweet.
“If you’re sending me roses, please either tell me who you are or just stop. Its very nice of you, but this game is getting tiring.”
You hit send and the tweet was officially posted to everyone. You hung the note on your fridge, hoping maybe you could eventually tell who’s hand writing it was. It was sloppy cursive, that you could barely read at first. You didn’t know anyone who wrote like that, did you? You tried to forget about it and see if anyone responded to your tweet. You figured you’d wait to see if you received anymore roses this week or the next. So you ended your day by placing that red rose into a vase near your window, admiring it as much as your secret admirer admired you.
And I’ll still be a fool for you
The sun woke you, as you turned over to get more comfortable, your bed was always your favorite place to be. But now the sun was keeping you awake and so you reached to your nightstand grabbing your phone, to do the daily social media check. You scrolled through Instagram, Snapchat, and finally Twitter. You scrolled through people tweeting about Shawn’s upcoming tour which saddened you a little to know that he was going to be leaving soon. You guessed it didn’t really matter anyway though right? Without even thinking about it you clicked on Shawn’s Twitter account, just to see what he was up to. He hasn’t texted you or talked to you since you two had lunch the other day. You scrolled down, to see his most recent tweet and you almost dropped your phone on your face.
“Don’t forget me, and I won’t forget you.”
He literally tweeted the same thing that was written on your note. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, looking at the tweet again. People tweeted him back asking him if that was a new song lyric or something and you just sat there, eyes wide. The stranger sending you roses couldn’t have been Shawn, there was no way. Maybe he just found the same quote your secret admirer found. Your brain was tired but you slowly were trying to put the pieces together. And so you ran down stairs to the trash can in the kitchen looking for more notes with numbers on them. After digging through mini pizza boxes and used tissues, you pulled out two notes from several weeks back. One note had the numbers 52217. May 22nd 2017. May 22nd, was the day Shawn came over to play you an idea he had for a song. You remember this because you pretty much marked in your calendar whenever you spent time with him, but if you were so in love with him how could you be so blind? The other note you found read the numbers 43017. April 30th 2017.. What happened April 30th? You pulled out your phone and looked at your calendar to see if there were any events marked, and of course there was. April 30th was one of Shawn’s shows you attended, and you brought him roses, you were starting to remember now because he used the roses to give out to some fans after the show, and you thought it was so sweet, you weren’t even angry that he got rid of your roses. Roses.
Reality was hitting you hard, and it all made sense now. Shawn had remembered these days just like you did. It was Saturday morning, 8am and Shawn was probably already on his plane to who knows where, you couldn’t even remember where his tour was starting. You texted him a couple times and called, but there was no reply. You stared at the notes on the table in front of you wondering how you were going to handle this. This whole time you thought you knew but you really had no idea. You wondered if Shawn felt angry at you now for your tweet, or if he felt bad. You didn’t know but either way there was one thing you did know, and that was that no matter how far away Shawn was from you, you’d never forget him, and no matter how many roses you threw away, your heart would still belong to him, and it probably always would.
in honor of the walking dead season 3 getting released the other day or so. i will write angsty headcannons ft the voltron crew. and possible reader. Part one will center around Lance because I realized I was writing a lot for him and decided to spilt it into parts.
It’s summer when the outbreak happens. Lance lives in Arizona, he’s seventeen at the time.
Lance was celebrating his youngest sister’s, Elizabeth, sixth birthday when his tio came running into the house, his smoking break cut short. Yelling at everyone to turn on the television. Lance was curious, because his tio was very determined to get a smoke in and wouldn’t cut it short for something stupid. So immediately he had everyone’s attention.
Lance’s mom cut on the tv and changed it to the news channel. The news anchors were talking about a weird disease outbreak that was affecting the recently deceased. They were told to stay indoors for now and lock the doors. The whole family was unsure what to do or think, the party was cut short and everyone went home. No one went past the fence to see what was on the other side. The neighborhood was eerily quiet and that lasted a few more days until Lance’s dad decided it was time to leave.
They were running low on food and he was going to go to the grocery store and visit Lance’s uncle. They waited anxiously for around two hours and then Lance’s dad came running into the house holding his neck, blood seeping through his fingers. They immediately all rushed to him, and his mother was cleaned the wound and trying to calm his dad down.
His dad told them about how the grocery store was completely abandoned along with the roads. It’s like everyone had ran away, it was a ghost town. So he went to his brother’s home and there was blood on the doorsteps, and that immediately caught his attention so be rushed inside to see if his brother was okay. His brother was on the ground hugging his knees, blood all over him. He reached down to help him up and was immediately attacked. His dad was trying to push him off but he was stronger then him. But he bit into his neck. His dad just remembers pushing him off of him and running back into the car.
Lance doesn’t know what to think. He’s shaking a little and his little sister, Elizabeth tugs on his sleeve and asks him what’s happening. He doesn’t even know what to say, and he responded truthfully, that he doesn’t know. His dad and mom go to their room to talk privately about what’s happening.
He doesn’t see them for the rest of the night.
Him and his older sister Gabriel have to make dinner and keep the younger two, Elizabeth and Andre from bothering their parents and keep them quiet. Lance wonders if the oldest out of all of them, Alex is okay.
At one point in the night Lance thinks he hears screaming and something slamming into the ground in the next room. But he blames it on his over reactive imagination.
He awakes to screaming the next morning. He immediately shoots up from the bed and runs into the other room to find his sister on the ground clutching her hand as blood slowly seeps from the wound. She’s sobbing and yells at Lance to run away with the others.
Lance hears her loud and clear but he still makes his way towards the room. Immediately upon entering his mother and father jump on top of Gabriel and she’s screaming. Andre and Elizabeth are sobbing and screaming. Lance yells at them to stay back.
His sister manages to push the two off and she yells at Lance. He tries to rush in but she pushes him back. She tells him to shut the door and leave with the kids immediately. To find their other family members. She slams the door shut.
All he can hear is screaming and the sound of flesh tearing. He slides down the door and brings his knees to his chest and chokes out a sob. His siblings are shaking and run towards him. He has blood on his shirt. He’s shaking and tears are running down his face.
The screaming stops after what seems like forever. He can hear groaning coming from the other side. The three of them stay huddled together sobbing and shaking quietly for an hour after it all happened. Lance can’t let his little brother and sister get hurt.
He stands up slowly and tells them to grab a backpack and pack only what they need. They are before 1pm, before nightfall. They nod and slowly get up to do so.
Lance heads to his room, he cleans the blood off of him and cleans his face. He throws off the bloody shirt, he can’t even look at it. He grabs a backpack and packs a few extra pairs of clothes. Some small items that hold a special meaning to him. Family photos. Essential things. He then goes into the kitchen and packs the remaining food and grabs water bottles. His siblings come into the room bags packed and dressed out of their pajamas.
Lance tells them to sit on the couch for a minute while he does some last things. He grabs a pen and paper and begins writing, “My mother, father, and sister are in this room. Please don’t hurt them.”. He tapes it to the bedroom door and even goes as far as to go out back and grab planks of wood and puts it over the door. To make sure that they don’t break down the door.
He picks up the house phone and he knows that the line went down a few days ago but he just wants to try one more time before they leave. He dials his big brother’s number, of course nothing goes through. He lets out a sigh and grabs the car keys and motions for his siblings to follow.
He tries reassuring his little brother and sister that he will make sure that they are okay and he won’t let anything happen to them. He locks the door and looks at his childhood home one last time. His eyes start watering again but he turns around an heads for the SUV.
He fumbles around for a minute trying to find a map and eventually finds one. He decides to head to the next town over. It would take about an hour to get there. The car ride there is quiet and gloomy. The roads are empty and the sun is already starting to set.
The next town isn’t any better, he does find one person. A middle aged man, who lost everyone the first two days. The man calls the disease infected dead Muertos a simple name but Lance knows what it means. The man’s name is David and he tells them that he’s heading towards the South. It gets cold down there and there’s less people so maybe they didn’t catch the outbreak.
Lance decides that that is where they’ll go. Even if there is a tiny chance that the outbreak didn’t reach down there then he’s willing to take that risk. As long as his siblings will be okay. The man ask if they have a weapon and Lance realizes that he never brought one. He shakes his head slowly and the man kindly offers a 9mm pistol and two boxes of ammo. Lance refuses to take it, the man says that he has a whole bag full of ammo and that he’ll be fine. He tells that he will need it to protect his siblings and himself, the world has already gone to hell and it’s only been two weeks since this all happened. He also points Lance in the direction of a Hunting store that has a lot of weapons and ammo, and says that he should go there before heading out. Lance thanks him and gives a a few cans of food as thanks. They spilt ways and wish each other luck and safety.
Lance keeps Elizabeth and Andre close by his side he holds the gun tightly in his hand. He’s shot a gun before, he lives in the Southwest so of course he knows how to use one. He doesn’t want to use it though and prays that he never has to. They walk down the quiet and abandoned streets towards the hunting supply store. Seems like most of the supplies has been stolen. But he manages to find a few good things. Three hunting knives, he hands one to both his siblings telling them to only use in case of an emergency and when he’s not around. He finds another 9mm pistol hidden under a pile of cardboard and he finds more ammo. He takes whatever food is left and quickly leaves to get back on the road.
The first three months went by well, they encountered only nice people and traded things. They had just entered Texas, which it was slow progress but he didn’t want to rush anything or push the kids too hard. They also encountered a few Muertos but Lance learned that they were slow and the three were able to outrun. Andre turned eleven during those three months and they made the best birthday they could with the situation. Lance was even able to find a action figure that Andre was talking about before this all happened.
Their luck ran out when they encountered two older men. The two men held both of siblings at gun point demanding for Lance to hand over everything and he’d let them live. Lance couldn’t do that, it put the three in a lot danger. They got a few good punches on Lance. But one of them slipped and that was Lance’s opportunity. He didn’t know what came over him but he ran for his gun and shot both of them dead. He was shaking and sobbing, he didn’t want to kill anyone. His siblings were the one comforting him. They left that area immediately.
Another month went by before they met another guy just as they were about to leave Texas. He was around Lance’s age, his name was Hunk. He was kind and asked if he could tag along with Lance. Lance hesitantly agreed to let Hunk tag along, he somehow trusted someone he barely met and so did his siblings. The three of them and Hunk immediately clicked. It was nice having someone else, Hunk was much bigger and stronger then Lance. Hunk was much more mature and observant then Lance. The group headed towards Tennessee.
Hey David. It's Jirachi. I wanna know. What would a successful synthetic sapphire look like, and if you did make one, what kinds of sapphires would you put into her?
bicolor sapphire (yellow & blue) ! i guess she’s forgetful and slow to react to things? but when she tries, she’s pretty powerful .. she does cry a lot however, and before someone asks, synthetic gems can fuse lol
I meannnn….I don’t kink shame… I’ve read the hatfic and milk fic and was disgusted b but I did no shaming. I am a writer myself and outside of smut I actually write horror. Idk where im going but lets get to the actual rant.
The author that wrote the stalker au did nothing wrong. If people can romanticize suicide, gangs, mafia, and much more…and no one seems to rant about it why cant they write a simple stalker au.
THEIR ACCOUNT IS LEGIT A HORROR FANFIC ACCOUNT!!
So shut the fuck up with your “a stalking au is wrong.” When I legit see a trigger warning about suicide and extreme kinks constantly. What makes me more mad is that I haven’t seen anything that could actually trigger someone in one yet. It’s not smut so I don’t think there’ll be rape and if anything they’ll probably just kill off the characters.
I’m sorry butt hurt people that there’s not a trigger warning.
THERE’S LEGIT FURRY SMUTS ABOUT BTS AND NO ONE CARES!! (I’m not shaming…its just that one of the members was a “puppy”)
I’m done. JUST LEAVE THE CREATOR ALONE.
(Low-key..you should come for my life if you disagree)
I LOVE IT WHENEVER KAGOME GETS KIDNAPPED AND HURT. WHEN SHE CRIES OUT IN PAIN. WHEN SHE CLINGS ONTO INUYASHA BECAUSE SHE TRUSTS AND LOVES HIM AND KNOWS THAT HE WILL PROTECT HER.
I LOVE IT WHEN EVERYONE AROUND INUYASHA, EVEN THE DEMONS THAT TARGET KAGOME BECAUSE SHE IS A PRIESTESS, KNOWS THAT INUYASHA LOVES KAGOME AND THEY USE HIS LOVE BY KIDNAPPING HER IN ORDER TO MAKE INUYASHA COME TO THEIR TRAP.
The look Inuyasha gets in his eyes, the fear that catches in his voice in the anime when Kagome gets hurt and/or targeted is the BEST.
I long for Kagome to bleed to the brink of death. I long for her to lay helplessly on the ground, almost dying. I will give Mukotsu my soul as a present for poisoning Kagome and making Inuyasha think she was DEAD. He cried because he was so relieved that she was alive. He cried because he thought he had lost Kagome. Did you see his ANGER when he was going around smashing trees in that episode and rashly yelling at the Band of Seven to come out and fight?
Look at his broken soul. Ok right here, his heart and soul were breaking. He thought he lost her.
Look at those tears. Look at the little droplets that sparkle out of his eyes when he learns that she is alive. The rush of feelings is too much to bear, even for someone like Inuyasha who seems to never cry. (<- omg this sounds like a poem now haha).
I live for moments like these between them. In their married life, my headcanons will make Kagome suffer and cry while stabbing Inuyasha’s soul and making him lose his mind.
Like how did Rumiko write such a perfect feelsy character? Kagome is a strong woman, yet she isn’t tsundere enough to be one of those annoying female characters (idk, to me, female characters that are tsundere like tsundere guys annoy me. I really LOVE cute, nice girls (but not whiny) who fall in love with mean, yet kind, guys).
I LOVE IT WHEN KAGOME CLINGS ONTO INUYASHA AND HOLDS ON TO HIM AND BECOMES A DAMSEL IN DISTRESS. BECAUSE RUMIKO ISN’T JUST WRITING HER DISTRESS SCENES BECAUSE SHE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH KAGOME OR BECAUSE KAGOME IS A WEAK, STUPID, WHINY GIRL. SHE WRITES THEM TO SHOW THAT EVEN THOUGH KAGOME IS STRONG, SHE STILL IS WEAK SOMETIMES AND THESE SCENES SHOW HOW MUCH INUYASHA LOVES HER.
Inuyasha will protect Kagome even if it kills him.
Idubbbz and Tana Mongeau - when you pick the wrong guy to fuck with
Oh boy, this drama is gunna be messy.
This is probably going to be less of a rant and more of a warning annnnd slightly educational.. lol
actually im just really angsty today, seen all this slander about one of the best youtubers to exist, so i gotta vent here we go
What happens when your channel is run-of-the-mill clickbait-y shit, can’t take a joke/dont know what satire is, and you call out the most savage person to ever internet whose entire platform is based on decimating YouTube careers without refute?
Dear god Tana, do you know what you’ve gotten yourself into?
I would say she’s oblivious, but I don’t think that’s the case.
Her first tweet to idubbbz before all this happened was back in December (I believe? Too lazy to find it rn) where she called him out on his use of “the N word” and “retard”. What I find ironic is that directly after that she told him to kill himself 😂(butthatsnunofmybusiness). Irony is a beautiful thing.
to anyone who finds these offensive and racist and isn’t familiar with idubbbz, sit the fuck down a moment. (If ur offended and traumatized by “the n word” and other shit like that u may want to shield your eyes in the next part to avoid being traumatized. Wouldn’t want to end up like Tana, would we?) *ahem* now listen up buttercup
1. The term “n***er faggot” and “gay retard” pertain to people who have said it to idubbbz in the past in hate videos. He is parodying those people who tried to demean him by saying those things. it is a long running joke on his channel.
2. His channel content consists ofthis amazing concept called s a t i r e. If you don’t know what that means, look it up, remember it, don’t forget it, because that term will allow you to thrive on the internets and most likely survive in the real world. With its power you can have fun, and experience freedom in elevated proportions. Any slur he uses is never used in seriousness - like I said, it is a long running parody on his channel. He is not intentionally being racist or offensive or whatever other label you can pull out your ass.
3. Learn to laugh ffs? This dude legit has vids of eating shit out of sewers and dumpsters. Why. Why would you take anything he says seriously
Now to the rant part yey
The thing that pisses me off the most is the blatant. fucking. lie Tana told. She described in her video that Ian had put her in a “choke hold” of some sort, which i’d expect to be around the fucking neck right? And apparently, he was also talking really loudly goading her to say “the n word”
wow he’s just choking the life out of her makE IT STOP WHAT A TRAUMATIZING EXPERIENCE
Things i do see: A genius joke
Things i dont see: a choke hold, loud voice, or goading of any kind
For those still confused as to what the joke is, is goes back to her december tweet. he must have found it funny. her tweet is so ironic and priceless how could he not? its the most atypical idiotic white girl tweet from a youtuber, so he decided to show up at her expensive-ass meet and greet to continue the joke (which im hoping was intended for a future content cop in the first place). He’s standing there as if taking a picture with her, and here is the best part. Instead of “say cheese,” he says “say n***er”.
GOD I LOVE THIS MAN
What im most curious about how that’s a chokehold of any kind. Truamatized? GIRL HOLY SHIT I WOULD SELL EVERY LIMB TO JUST BE IN THE SAME ROOM AS IDUBBBZ, LET ALONE HAVE THE FUCKER STAND NEXT TO ME. TOUCH MY PLEBIAN EXISTENCE EVEN. FUCK
some people just arent worthy. the world doesnt deserve you, idubbbz. im sorry.
another thing; she said in her younow mental breakdown that it was idubbbz himself who sent his followers to bully her. bitch where? he didnt say a damn thing (yet). She’s kinda done this to herself entirely, and is now wondering why. First off she started this shit on twitter, then lied, then attacked him on twitter for something he didnt even do?? what. the fuck? he did absolutely nothing but try to make a joke. you know what in some ways i feel bad for her not only because she’s unwittingly screwed with the most immortal community on youtube right now, but because she cant see the problem is her and it’s only going to get worse if she keeps it up jfc. I dont necessarily think she’s the worst person on yt either (though i havent watched many of her vids). If she didn’t blow things out of proportion she might’ve been able to salvage what she had left of her yt career. I guess sometimes mediocre content isnt enough. Often times I hope idubbbz just let’s it go for her sake but…idk, he hasn’t done anything yet and who the hell knows. Honestly I don’t like people being sent hate. But when ur ignorant its gonna fucking happen. Especailly when you think you’re morally superior to someone when you are in no place. ESPECIALLY when you dont know the facts. Choose your battles wisely.
anyway I’m not even entirely pissed at the situation, but ooo the god awful fans of hers. They’re taking e v e r y thing in idubbbz videos out of context and making them ‘offensive’ to push their anti-dubbbz agenda. Like, did yall actually watch the videos?? satire ????? ironic humour ???? do any of you know what this is???? do you even fuckin meme bro ?? ? ? ? why would i expect any less from the fans of this type of melodramatic girl who makes shitty content??? and just slander and misinfo in general dear fucking god when will the sjw trend die
well i only have one last thing to say about this: Tana, say goodbye to your youtube career. you wanted to milk this, you couldnt just solve this in peace. instead of owning up to your mistakes you’re going to play the victim, like every other youtuber that gets destroyed. The rest of the sane internet can smell that content cop from here.
TL;DR: do not fuck with the god of youtube comedy. it will not end as planned. Just go with the joke next time, aight?
I try to make Evil Queen! Seven from @nasikepal ’s post (actually they did not make an evil queen yet..) but I think Seven would make a gorgeous evil queen. idk what kind of evil queen he would based one but i think it is snow white’s.
I am playing too many video games and i was not expecting Mystic Messenger to be one of them…
so i thought about the characters in lazytown n’ their sexualities and i just thought of what they would be idk why?? i think it’s cause i’ve been reading into too much sportarobbie and trixanie so im thinkin’ of the other guys. so yeah,, these are my sexuality headcanon’s for the characters? I guess? (this is when they’re older,, so they aren’t like 8 in this headcanon thing lol)
sportacus - pansexual. this is because he’s always saying he ‘loves’ and ‘accepts’ everyone, i think that links towards his sexuality as well. he would go out with anybody as he doesn’t look at gender most of the time. robbie - gay. he’s had relationships with only guys in the past but now he’s v gay for sporto too ;) he wants to make a move but anxiety. stephanie - bisexual/pan/questioning. she’s a bit in the middle, at first she thinks bi than pan, she kinda switches depending on what she thinks at the time. trixie eventually asks her out n’ stuff then she doesn’t bother questioning it again cause she doesn’t really care honestly. pixel - straight(ish)/questioning. he’s super supportive of everyone’s relationships no matter their sexualities, but he’s pretty confident he’s straight. maybe. he kinda likes stingy but ignores those feelings because he’s so unsure, so he keeps it quiet. trixie - lesbian. good ol’ trixie had a crush on steph ever since she was small but didn’t know about homosexuality until later teens, then she asked robbie about her whole feelings (bc robbie is the only Gay in town, or at least the only one that is openly gay) and she eventually admits it to her and BOOM, they’re in a sweet relationship :’) stingy - bisexual/bicurious. he sure as hell ain’t straight but he’s not sure how attracted to the same sex he is. he doesn’t really talk about who he fancies or his sexuality in general, mainly because he’s extremely embarrassed by it all, yet if he knew pixel liked him he’d probably cry. ziggy - straight/demiromantic. ziggy only really gets emotional over candy, even in his teens he loves that stuff. actual relationships don’t exactly bother him, he supports everyone, but he doesn’t form a bond over anyone, he needs to know you well before even making a small move. he likes to be sure he fancies someone before trying to be in that relationship with them.
eyyyyyyyyyyyy. why did i do this? idk honestly. i just wanted to.
How did you find your artstyle? Love your art btw!
aaaaa tbh i don’t think i’ve found my artstyle yet?? i feel like all my drawings turn out looking different, but maybe im wrong,, idk,, the only advice i can really give is to practice and take inspiration from other artists! like, if you find someone who has an artsyle that you really like, take inspiration from it! i’m not saying you should blatantly just copy their artwork, but maybe look at the way they draw eyes and learn from that for example. i don’t know if making any sense but i hope i could help at least a little bit :’)
since that anon started can u tell us ur headcanons on rich kid jiguk au:")
oh yeah they sent me another ask so i was working on it but then i kinda drifted off but like um well idk if i want to make richkidsau romantic yet but for sure jikook are best friends.
the best kind of friends. the friend that will kink shame and judge the fuck out of you “i cannot believe you like him. talk about ugly jimin pls grow eyes and see the light.” but when someone else does it, they’ll rip them a new asshole for it “oh my god jimin hold my fucking earrings – the fuck did you just say about jimin? i’m about to ram my boot so far up your asshole you’re gonna wish you were into pain kink”
“jungkook what the fuck. ice cream at two in the morning? that’s all going to your thighs.” “…” “…move the fuck over no it’s okay i already got a spoon”
the friend you can whine to about all your relationship troubles and they’ll totally laugh in your face about it and then behind your back go find that motherfucker and tell him “if you don’t ask jimin out to prom i will rip your motherfucking balls off”.
the friend that you can call up at 4 am in the morning because you had nothing better to do and couldn’t sleep and “are you fuckign kidding me jeon jungkook i have a final tomorrow you inconsiderate bitch” but by the end of it you guys are deep in conversation anyways and you both fall asleep with the phone still on.
the friend that takes the ugliest pictures of you and sends it to you on snapchat but only posts the good looking ones on social media like “hanging out with the side hoe xoxo” but you for sure the main hoe bc their social media feed is entirely the both of you and none of whatever hoe he dating at the moment.
the friend that will pull fucking strings for you to get into that concert for zion t and “holy shit jimin i could make out with you right now” “ok first of all ew second of all ew third of all you’re fucking welcome.” /side eyes “i wouldn’t say no to a cheek kiss tho”
the friend that you love half to death and hate half to death, the friend that takes all of your fuck ups and insults and gives them back to you just as hard, the friend that at the end of the day will always have your back.
i finally finished it, the zombie (our world??)AU i’ve been working on. *o*
watching The Walking Dead and having posts of Symphonia on my dash, i had the biggest urge to draw the trio facing zombies sorry not sorry about no zombies I had loads of fun redesigning their clothes *u*
Lloyd would use duel pistols. he’s highly skilled with both hands and is able to head shot easily. He’s a leader at heart and tries to help anyone. He is accompanying Colette to protect her from harm. Colette uses hubcaps that have been sharpened/broken to be sharp and is able to throw them like boomerangs. she has the cure inside her body, so with her new chosen (see what i did there) fate, she has made it her duty to save humanity. Genis uses a knife, but mainly a sling shot to distract enemies, since he is too unskilled to use any other weapon. he relies on his friends because he’s too scared to be alone. he’s the smallest, fastest, and best at scavenging, as long as someone is watching his back. he’s also able to cook anything edible and makes it taste somewhat decent.
i might do another drawing with everyone else, but idk yet.