This shouldn’t need to be said, but I really feel like I have to say something. People seem to forget that YouTubers are human. They seem to forget that they have feelings and that they have lives and that YouTube isn’t necessarily the only thing they ever worry about.
People seem to forget that YouTubers are not objects or toys that are designed to entertain us. People get selfish an don’t want to share them, they don’t want to see them move on to other things.
At the end of the day, they’re just people. They have lives. They have friends and significant others who they put before their careers (and rightfully so) and, most importantly, they have emotions.
They have emotions that can be shattered by harsh things people spew at them. They may not show these emotions in every video they make (or in any of them) but they’re still there. Depression can be so easily masked by a big smile and a loud laugh. It’s so easy to hide for some people.
The best way to get out your feelings is to talk about them. YouTubers are no different. If talking helps them, then they are going to turn to their biggest support group. You. They want your support. They want their voice to be heard by people who care because in that moment, that’s what they need.
When you mock them or make jokes about that, it’s going to hurt. They may never even see those jokes, but what if they did.
Instead of idolizing YouTubers and putting them on these pedestals, think of them as an adult or parent or just someone you know in your everyday life. Would you force those people into relationships (with yourself or others) because you believe that they belong with that person and no one else? Would you ruin their current relationship to do that? Would you purposefully be mean/hurtful to them after they spoke their feelings to you? Would you stop talking to them altogether and hate them because they said/did one thing wrong?
Probably not. You’d likely work things out, and you know what? It’s not that different in these fandoms. Sure, you may not be able to directly affect things like this when it comes to a YouTuber/community relationship, but you can sure as hell try. If you be nice, then maybe you can convince someone else to be nice.
anon gave me a challenge; asked for a bit of Carl Barks with nice-guy-Gladstone but then I remember this part of A Christmas for Shacktown (W OS 367-02), which is a sweet holiday classic where the ducks are trying to raise twenty-five dollars to get the kids in the poor part of town a toy train!
The clouds that threatened rain earlier in the day have subsided, bunching themselves cosily near the horizon as though they’re aware that what Laurent needs more than anything else is a good sunset to serve as a backdrop. Laurent sits in the grass near the edge of the headland, looking down onto the dark sand of the beach. The water shades abruptly from turquoise to teal a few hundred metres offshore, a meandering divide that becomes less and less distinct as the sun creeps down.
Part of the reason Laurent has been so strict with the show’s budget is that he’s been determined, all along, to produce a finale that is truly spectacular. Sunsets over the ocean aren’t exactly easy to come by, on Australia’s east coast, and it’s an irony of geography that the nearest west coast belongs to another country entirely.
But that makes it better, Laurent thinks, gazing out over the vista of Te Henga. Crossing the sea. The romance of destination.
“I don’t suppose you’d be prepared to give us a hint,” says a voice from behind him.
Jokaste steps up next to him; Laurent has to tilt his head to take her in. Her hair is braided back, one plait forming a headband and the others looped intricately into a knot at the back of her head. She’s wearing a long flowing dress of pale lavender, just a shade away from overtly bridal, and it somehow manages to accentuate the porcelain of her skin instead of calling out unpleasant pink or yellow tones. Laurent makes a note to give someone in wardrobe a bonus for that.
“You do know who he’s going to choose, don’t you?” she says.
still weird, Yuuri decided as he kissed his fiancé back.
His fucking fiancé.
How did that
Yuuri still had
trouble believing that it was all real. That Victor Nikiforov, the Victor Nikiforov, the same one Yuuri
had nursed a crush on since, like, forever,
was currently wearing a golden ring on his finger. A ring that Yuuri himself
had put there with slightly trembling fingers.
How did he even
get the guts to do that?
thinking too much again,” Victor, the same Victor, his fiancé Victor complained, pressing his mouth softly against
Yuuri’s as if he was trying to pull him back into the mood, but Yuuri was too–
sorry,” he replied, blushing sheepishly. “You’re just very
It made Victor
grin, a little crooked smile that looked simply stunning on his face. Victor’s
cheeks were delicately flushed and his eyes sparkled warmly with love and
delight. How did Yuuri get so lucky? He remembered everything that happened
during the last year, but even now, sitting in Victor’s lap, with Victor’s
thumbs rubbing slow circles into his hipbones, Yuuri felt a little like
Was it close to
midnight yet? Would he have to leave the ball, leave this happiness when the
hands of the clock meet?
love,” Victor murmured, kissing the corner of Yuuri’s mouth again and
Yuuri couldn’t help the way it twitched into a smile under his lips.
“What’s so distracting about me now?”
Yuuri choked on
his laugh a bit. “How about everything? Ever? Have you met me,
as well, pulling Yuuri into himself until Yuuri was almost lying on top of his
chest. Victor’s nose gently touched Yuuri’s, their foreheads leaned together, a
tender caress that melted Yuuri’s heart and made his eyes suddenly grow hotter
when all the love and affection hit him hard.
I have,” Victor said. “Best night of my life.”
“The banquet is taboo, we talked about this.”
Victor made a
face at him, like a kicked puppy, and Yuuri only had to take one look to reach
out and push Victor’s cheeks up into a smile with his fingers. They both
Victor said. “How about China then? That is another best night of my
Yuuri shook his
head in slight exasperation. “How many best nights do you have?”
let’s see,” Victor hummed, counting out. “There’s the banquet, okay,
okay, I’m not saying more! Then the China Cup, and Barcelona. Oh,
Barcelona!” He sighed, his mouth a happy, heart-mouth smile that made
Yuuri blush. “That proposal was spectacular. And then you went and won
silver, talk about best nights, huh?”
something under his breath, but Victor only grinned at him and let it slide,
asking instead: “What about yours, Yuuri?”
He didn’t have
to think about it. He really didn’t.
twelve,” Yuuri said immediately, watching Victor’s eye lose the spark for
a moment when he realized it wasn’t about their relationship. Yuuri smirked a
little. “It was the night I watched the junior skating championship for
the first time. And there was this one skater that just took my breath
away.” Yuuri smiled fondly at the memory. “I couldn’t fall asleep at
all that night, my heart was beating so fast. So I googled that skater and
watched all of the videos available just to see him again.”
sounds like quite a night,” Victor smiled at him. “Is he the reason
you took up skating?”
Yuuri agreed. “He’s my inspiration, my motivation, my guiding star, you
might say. And, hopefully soon, my husband, too.”
He grinned, even
though his cheeks were stinging red – it was embarrassing to say out loud.
reaction was worth it: the surprise on him looked stunning, and Yuuri would
never get over the rush in his veins at the heartbeat of pause in Victor’s
breathing before a high keen left his lips. It was no wonder Victor based his performances
around the emotion. It was quite addicting, Yuuri had to admit.
Victor cooed, crushing Yuuri in his arms. “You should’ve told me
didn’t know,” Yuuri snorted into Victor’s neck, wrapping his arms around
his shoulders comfortably. “I know you found my stash of posters one day,
Mari told me.”
contrite at all. In fact, Yuuri could feel the grin pressed against his head.
Victor said. It only served to make Yuuri snort again.
close like that for a long, comfortable moment, before Victor slowly pulled
back and tilted Yuuri’s chin to make their eyes meet. Blue against brown, both
meltingly warm and full of love.
spent so long chasing after me that it’s only fair that I chase after you for
the rest of our lives,” he said, but Yuuri shook his head at him with a
when you’ve already got me?” he asked.
And when Victor
leaned in to kiss him again, it was no less weird than before. But it was their
weird and in a weird, completely silly way that Yuuri couldn’t have explained
even if he tried, that made it just perfect.
Tfw you crack ship Chloe and Nino for the sake of fic but then you get all these cute pictures in your head like
Chloe painting her toenails on Nino’s couch and using him as a back rest while he works on his music (she’s totally wearing one of his shirts)
Instagram post of a bundle of blankets with blonde hair sticking out and the caption “my girl has serious bedhead”
Charity event with them both wearing Stand Up to Cancer shirts
Retweet of DJ Bubbler’s latest album promo with a string of heart emojis
Pre-dating but totally aware of each other’s feelings, Nino pins Chloe down to get her to shut up about something, she stares up at him with huge eyes and her face all red, he just laughs at her (Adrien is on the recliner watching them like “Get a rooooom”)
Chloe wearing Nino’s glasses and screaming that he’s blind
Standing beside each other, Chloe holding a cup of coffee out to him and blushing while she drinks her own
Chloe has fallen asleep!! with her head!! on his shoulder!!!!
Forehead kiss ajdksfh’alskdjfh’laskjdfhasgldkjhfas
a girl repeating English nine gave an unsolicited “You’re a really good teacher” after I finished explaining the traits of a Shakespearean sonnet;
a boy who is all about farming actually let me talk him into writing a sonnet about it – I got him started, but I looked over ten minutes later to clear concentration and fingers counting syllables and choosing rhymes;
a girl who gives up too easy tried to not – kept saying it’s too hard it’s too hard – until suddenly it wasn’t and instead it was read this read this;
a boy who normally sleeps his way through class (if he comes at all) wrote a perfectly crafted love sonnet that was so sweet you could cry.