jerk rules

What not to do in an artist’s Stream. PSA

Based on just recent events though I won’t name names, no witch hunting.

It’s fairly simple and common sense, first of all look up their rules.

If they don’t allow something, simply follow it don’t question them or call them a hypocrite for doing what they want IN THEIR OWN STREAM.

It’s their stream, their rules that YOU have to follow. And calling them a hypocrite over it is rude and will often get you kicked or banned and rightfully so.

Second, don’t start blabbing our your depressing life story when the point of the stream is for the artist to show their art to people not focus on your problems.

— were not therapists, and often you’ll make people and the streamers uncomfortable and you’re taking the attention off the art and the artist and putting it on yourself. It is RUDE.

If you need help talk to a friend, or anyone you trust OUTSIDE OF THE STREAM.

Thirdly, don’t start talking about others you have problems with and dropping their names to tall shit about them. The artist’s stream channel is not your platform to put someone on blast for what ever the issue is. It’s rude and disrespectful. And also once more makes others uncomfortable and puts the attention on you and not the stream.

Seriously you go to streams to enjoy the art and give the artist your attention. Not the other way around.

There’s so much else I could cover but recent events put me on hyperfocus on these key issues.

Just…dont do this. If you do and get kicked you have no one but yourself to blame .

Bluebie out.

Originally posted by misha-is-weird

Originally posted by lifetimetv


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Been thinking about Stakar’s and Yondu’s relationship a lot today, since it is basically set up to be a parallel to the one Yondu and Peter have (at least that’s what I think).

I bet Yondu was almost as annoying, sassy, bratty and a complete troublemaker during the earlier times with Stakar and his crew as Peter was. He was freed from a life as a battle slave - it would have taken time to heal, to open up and trust at least a little bit, but once he did? Once he did, he probably wanted to see everything, do everything, that he couldn’t do before. Suddenly he was free, and had a choice, and as a Ravager, he could take what he wanted.  “Steal from everyone” is the code after all.  And someone who had nothing before? He wanted it all.

So basically Yondu just re-living that teenager life he probably never had, with being a cheeky, sassy jerk, following no rules, stealing what he wanted (trinkets?) and getting into any trouble he could get, just to feel alive. And running away afterwards with the biggest, toothiest smile.

Stakar’s crew had to swoop in time and time again, and Stakar swears that most of his grey hair were caused by Yondu. (The others by Aleta, but he isn’t gonna tell her that.)

Stakar furiously denies grinning whenever Yondu manages to escape by a hair’s breath again.

(Years and years later, betrayal and understanding and loss and grief laying between them, Stakar runs into a certain Terran named Peter Quill, who holds himself with the same confidence, the same stubbornness and the same grin as Yondu - there’s a glint in blue eyes and a challenging eyebrow raised at the old Ravager as he understands, as he sees.

And Stakar understands that after all, Yondu had saved at least one child. His own.)  

anonymous asked:

hey! is there an aftg discord? and if it is is like, open to people or would u rather only mutuals/people u know personally?

There is a discord and it is open to people. If you would like to join then just send a pm or an ask off anon so I can send you the link to join.

Fake Girlfriend 2 || Dan Howell

A/N: It made me really happy to see that so many of you couldn’t wait for me to continue this story. I hope I did your expectations justice. 

There will be a part 3 next Friday

Word Count: 1.6k

POV: Dan

Masterlist // PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3 // PART 4 // PART 5

Originally posted by mrphilip

“I prepared the guest room upstairs for you two. Why don’t you get your bags up there before you join us for dinner?” Aunt Sarah suggested.

Y/N and I smiled at her and nodded as we got rid of our shoes and coats. As my aunt headed back to the kitchen I started carrying both of our suitcases up the big stairs. Y/N followed me while curiously looking around.

“Nice house.” She commented as I opened the door to our room.

Everything was huge and fancy. My cousins and I used to play hide and seek here a lot because finding somebody was an actual challenge. The guest room that we were going to stay in had a en suite bathroom and big windows. I could only see the silhouettes of the big forest and the little lake that surrounded the mansion. Right in the middle of the room stood an enormous king size bed. I swallowed hard at the thought that Y/N and I had to share it. Why didn’t I think about things like that before deciding to come here? I carefully checked her facial expression when she walking in. I could tell that she hadn’t really thought about things like that either since she looked a bit surprised and blushed slightly.

“I’m sorry for making you do this.” I apologized as soon as I had closed the door behind us. I had underestimated the whole situation.

“I shouldn’t have lied and I certainly shouldn’t have made you do that.” I admitted, knowing that my whole family was waiting for us downstairs.

Y/N sceptically eyed me up and down. “Pessimism won’t help us right now.” She scolded me, sitting down on the edge of the king size bed. Knitting her eyebrows, she looked like she was deep in thought.

“We have to look like a couple and to make everyone believe that we’re actually in love we need a plan and a few rules!” she exclaimed, after quietly thinking for a minute.

She was totally right but that was easier said than done.

“What do you have in mind?” I asked with little hope, sitting down next to her.

“First we need cute nicknames for each other.” She simply stated and I couldn’t believe my ears.

I couldn’t believe that the girl that just said that to me was also the girl that would normally call me names.

“I personally like ‘baby’, but I think you should call me ‘love’ around your grandparents.” She told me as if it were the most normal thing on earth.

I swallowed hard and blinked at her. I then gave her a little nod to signalize that I had understood.

“What do we need rules for?” I asked her in confusion.

Y/N secured a strand of her hair behind of her ear before she answered.

“We need to make our relationship look credible, right? So we kinda have to, you know, hold hands and stuff like that.” She explained and I could feel my palms start to sweat. Great.

“We need to be super nice and complement each other and we have to at least act like we are interested in what the other one says.” She continued, playing with her hands.

“Okay, I get that. You still haven’t told me your rules though!” I told her, getting a bit impatient.

Y/N avoided eye contact. “Well…the rules are no mouth kisses, I get the left side of the bed and I don’t like it when people touch my bum, so don’t do that.”

I nearly choked on my own spit. Holy shit! What were we doing?! The whole situation was simply absurd and nothing but insane, but we still exited the room five minutes later and headed downstairs to eat dinner.

Aunt Sarah and her soon to be husband had prepared a huge table full of food for everyone. All wedding guests who didn’t live in Berkshire were invited to stay over. That included me, my cousin Harry and his sister Claire as well as my uncle Andy and his family. Everyone was already sitting on the table when Y/n and I walked in. They grew silent and all attention was on us.

“Daniel!” my family exclaimed. “There you are. Good to see you!”

“Hi, everyone! Let me introduce you to my girlfriend, Y/N.” I said, using the word girlfriend when talking about her felt weird.

After half an hour, everyone had finished their meal and aunt Sarah served dessert. Y/N and I were seated right across Harry. He seemed to be very interested in our relationship and Y/N in general.

“So, how long have you been together for?” he asked, his eyes focusing on her.

“Nearly, a year. Right, baby?”

Y/N’s face was glowing when she eagerly nodded her head and took my hand in hers. Harry kept asked her questions and at one point she started to slightly lean against my body and just the two of us talked. I learned a few new things about her and I actually made her laugh, although I wasn’t sure if she laughed because she thought that I was funny or if it was all a part of her act. I liked the sound of her laughter whether it was fake or not.

After everyone had finished their desserts Harry and I offered to carry the dirty plates into the kitchen. It was just the two of us and I set the plates on the counter next to the sink.

“So, you and Y/N, huh?” Harry asked cocking one eyebrow. For a second I thought that he knew that it was all not real, but then he continued.

“Honestly, Daniel she is fine.”

It took me quite a while to comprehend what he had said.

“Yeah, she is.” I then agreed and nervously scratched the back of my head.

“If she weren’t dating you, I would totally go for her. So watch out or I’ll steal your girl.” Although Harry wanted to sound like he was joking we both knew that he was 100 percent serious. There was a hint of jealousy in his voice and I felt some sort of satisfaction. I was the one with the pretty girlfriend and perfect relationship for once. But soon a strong wave of anger hit me as I realized that Harry tried to flirt with my girlfriend all evening. What a fucking jerk!

My blood was boiling as I headed back to the dining room where Harry was already talking to Y/N again. Her girly giggle sounded through the room and that was all it took for jealousy to take over my body. I sat down next to Y/N and my hand went directly to her thigh. I didn’t really know what I was doing when I started to stare at her lips. I didn’t have control over my body anymore and suddenly I was leaning in, crashing my lips onto hers. It wasn’t my intention for the kiss to mean something to me, but it felt like a spark set my whole body on fire. My eyes flew shut as my body was tingling. After 5 seconds it was over, but my heart still hammered in my chest.  

“You look damn beautiful tonight, babygirl.” I whispered in her ear right after we pulled apart, making her blush a deep shade of pink.

“Dan!” she whisper-screamed in surprise, getting all hot and bothered.

I felt Harry’s eyes burn into my skin as they followed my every move. He was pissed, but I had totally forgotten about him. Y/N’s name was echoing in my head and the whole room seemed to glow.

“Have I told you that I am on a rugby team?” Harry asked her as an attempt to get her attention back, but she wasn’t listening. My little kiss had left her all flustered.

When we walked back to our room I was still on cloud nine. There was a huge smile plastered all over my face and I couldn’t help but touch my lips to remind myself that I had just kissed her. But then I closed the door behind us and we were all alone.

“What the fuck, Dan?!” Y/N shouted, bringing me back to reality.

“I can’t believe you kissed me just because you wanted to be a jerk and break the rules!” she shouted.

I was completely taken aback by her words. I felt helpless as I had just fallen from cloud nine.

“That’s not why I kissed you!” I defended myself, trying to keep my voice down.

“If that’s not the reason then why did you do it?!” Y/N wanted to know, probably asking me the hardest question of my entire life.

Because I got jealous? Because I like you? Because you are damn beautiful and I’m so sorry for ever thinking otherwise?

“Harry told me that he is into you. He’s been flirting with you all evening. He is my cousin and you are my-“ I stopped myself in the middle of the sentence. ‘You are my fake girlfriend’ that’s how the sentence should have ended.

I told her everything that Harry said in the kitchen and how he always tries to be better than me. Y/N understood why I got so angry and she even understood why I kissed her, at least that’s what she thought. We got into bed next to each other. Both of us were extremely exhausted so there was no time to think about the fact that we were so close.  

“Can’t wait to meet the rest of your lovely family.” Y/N told me, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Don’t worry. Harry is the only asshole.” I assured her.

“I can’t wait to convince everyone that we’re together. I just hope you are a good actor.” She said with a grin before turning off the lights.

As I stared at the ceiling I had the slight feeling that I wouldn’t even need to act at all.

SLOW HANDS (finale)

Characters: Negan (comic or tv) X Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut

Notes: I wanna thank everyone who pushed for a third chapter, I hope I didn’t disappoint any of you :) reading all the amazing responses I got from this fic has seriously rejuvenated my confidence in writing yall are amazing.

If you want to here the song that Negan sings at the end and the inspiration for this fic’s title it’s Slow Hands by Niall Horan ♡♡♡♡


You and Negan glared at one another across the table, his jaw tensing with frustration.

You smirked leaning forward as his voice cut the silence between you.

“Careful gorgeous, there are serious fucking consequences if you continue on this fucking spree you’re on”.

You snorted shooting him a defiant sneer “you don’t scare me Negan”. He growled leaning forward, “then hit me with your best fucking shot”.

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anonymous asked:

Idk if you've seen that interview @ SDCC where Emily goes "so we have no a jerks rule with my casting director", but like, mood.

where she said she rather cast a less good actor who’s a good person than a better actor whos a complete asshole? yeah lmao i love her

new theme, rewrote the rules… i’m happy. about page tomorrow. maybe.

Sorry guys, but quick rant here

Ok, so here’s the thing, my friend has been accused of stealing an Art style, but here’s the thing… You can’t steal an art style! It’s different if you trace someone’s art, but you can’t steal an art style. You don’t have the papers that say you own it, and if you tell someone that they can’t use an art style that they are comfortable with, then that’s just being a jerk! There is no rule that says someone can’t use a certain art style. I mean, it’s great to have your own art style, but you don’t own it. And its nice to let people use any art style that they feel comfortable with!

Sorry, this just made me so mad

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