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Youtuber AU Headcanons

(Lowkey inspired by a post by @whizzerbrowne who brought the idea to my attention and it has since dominated my brain). Let’s just get started:

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All the bright places quotes for the signs
  • Aries: "What if life could be this way? Only the happy parts, none of the terrible, not even the mildly unpleasant. What if we could just cut out the bad and keep the good?"
  • Taurus: "We are all alone, trapped in this bodies and our own minds, and whatever company we have in this life is only fleeting and superficial."
  • Gemini: "The great thing about this life of ours is that you can be someone different to everybody."
  • Cancer: "Because it's not a lie if it's how you feel."
  • Leo: "You're all the colours at once, at full brightness."
  • Virgo: "The problem with people is they forget that most of the time it's the small things that count."
  • Libra: "All I know is what I wonder: Which of my feelings are real? Which of the mes is me?"
  • Scorpio: "But I can't promise I won't pick you apart, piece by piece, until you're in a thousand pieces, just like me. You should know what you're getting into before getting involved."
  • Sagittarius: "Drive anywhere and everywhere, even if there's nowhere to go. (Note: There's always somewhere to go.)"
  • Capricorn: "I've learned the hard way that the best thing to do is say nothing about what you're really thinking. If you say nothing, they'll assume you're thinking nothing, only what you let them see."
  • Aquarius: "I've always been different, but to me different is normal. I decide on a version of the truth."
  • Pisces: "I have this feeling like I'm waiting for something. But I have no idea what."

So I have a “Facebook friend” who was celebrating and having a good old day chatting on Facebook about how the Muslim ban was a good idea. Today, she’s upset that her tires got slashed and she was stranded hours from her house because she had a Trump poster in her backseat. Now she’s upset that she’s been left stranded somewhere because of her views. I’m just like, gee isn’t that just terrible to be left stranded in an area because your views don’t mesh with others?


So, Stiles: great kid, zero ability to focus, super-smart, never takes advantage of his talents…


Picture credit: @jennyyuu
I keep having a recurring dream of dancing in a forest clearing. With a man whose hair changes with ever step we take. We dance to a dark song, yet I feel comfort within this faceless man’s arms as he guides me over the leaves. Do you know what it means? I know I have never meet this man, but I feel as if I know him all too well. I can’t find him, for his hair is forever changing and his face is never there. I can’t find him for he has no name. I will find him, for who gives me the feeling he does within that dream, I know, is that man.

anonymous asked:

I feel so lucky when I read some of these stories because the place I work at won't accept $100 notes unless your order is more than $80. Sometimes if the customer is nice we'll let them get away with $60+ orders but usually we're pretty strict. And somehow (most) of our customers can read (amazing!) and don't give us their huge bills

anonymous asked:

Do you think Pearl and Garnet are talking about how to help Bismuth, or are they so bad at taking initiative that they've pretty much written her off until Steven says otherwise/feel like they can just wait until the whole Homeworld thing blows over? Like they kind of seem to be the kind of people who, if they won't do something almost immediately, they'll never get around to it under their own power.

I wouldn’t interpret the lack of onscreen dialogue on Bismuth as the other characters’ being useless. Something I think needs to be noted again is that Steven Universe is a show that presents Steven’s point of view. So when Steven isn’t onscreen, we don’t get to see what happens either. But things do happen, and the gems clearly have interactions when he’s not present. 

I don’t think Garnet and Pearl have forgotten about Bismuth at all, but I think it’s a lot of factors that prevent them from unbubbling her. For one, they haven’t come up with a good plan for addressing all of Bismuth concerns. Recall that they had no idea of the struggle between Rose and Bismuth until Steven told them. At the same time, Steven is involved now, and his feelings also matter. And a lot of other things have been happening that required their urgent attention. 

All of these things have come in between our seeing Bismuth return.

anonymous asked:

Can I request a imagine with Derek haleXreader where you to get into an argument and he say somethings that hurts your feelings so you leave and he won't stop bothering you until you come back home? Thanks love I appreciate it💚

Of course I love to write it! Hope you enjoy it and like it!

“Come Home Again.”

Derek Hale - (Y/N) One Shot/Imagine
Word Count: 1.068
(A/N): Requestst are still open! Also thank you to the person who requested this story, you’re my first request! :)
Side note: The reader is a son/daughter from a hunter so he/she wants to really protect his/herself, but needs to train hard for it. So saying she needs protecting is like saying you suck at something you pratice a lot for.

Just like every couple, Derek and you sometimes fought. Some were worse than others but the one you recently had, was a big one. He had really hurt you.

Originally posted by hoechlin

Once in a while, Derek and you fought. You hated fighting with him but it happened, it happened with every couple. But never were the fights big or did it escalete real badly. They were limited and never caused one of you two get hurt really bad. Or at leatst it always was this way until recently.

“Derek,” You said with a sigh when you saw the dishes still standing on the coffe table. After you two had finished dinner, you had asked him to clean up the dishes so you could go to Lydia fast to ask her something.
“Didn’t you have any moment to put the dishes in the dishwasher?”

“Well, I am sorry I fell asleep after a long day of training,” Derek responded to me while he rolled with his eyes. By the tone of his voice, I could notice that he was annoyed at me. But to be honest, I was annoyed too at him. All I asked him was to put them in the dishwasher, that was it.

“Maybe if you had trained a half hour less, you wouldn’t have falled asleep and could have put them away,” You said while slightly raising your voice and putting away the dishes. Maybe you two hadn’t officially said you lived together, you still was at his place almost every day and night. And all you asked from him was to keep his place a bit of clean.

“I could if you don’t need my constant protection, (Y/N),” Derek responded but he immediatly regretted saying that.

From the beginning of your relationship, he had known you were from a hunter family - who only hunted creatures who kill people -, and you never wanted him to protect you. You needed to train a lot and you didn’t mind because you wanted to be able to protect yourself. But unfortunaly to your will, in the beginning when you met Derek, he had needed to protect you a few times. And even if you were thankful for him saving you, you still really disliked those few occasions.

Without saying anything, you grabbed your keys from the kitchentable and walked out the kitchen on your way to the door. Derek had really hurt you. You tried so hard to be able to protect yourself but you just still needed some pratice.

“(Y/N), I am sorry,” Derek said while running after you. But you couldn’t look at him. He had hurt you like he never had before.
He grabbed your wrist, but you immediatly got lose out of his grib again.

“Svae it, Derek,” You said to him before you slammed the door shut right in his face. Without even thinking, you walked to the garage to get our car and drive over to Lydia. She was your best friend and could calm you down. 


After twinty minutes of ranting to Lydia about Derek and what he had said, you received a message. You looked on your phone and saw that this was the thirth message Derek had sent you after he had called you for five times.

“Just read them, (Y/N),” Lydia said.

“(Y/N), I am so sorry. I know I shouldn’t have said that. You work so hard and train so hard, and you actually are improving. And I know you are able to protect yourself.”

“And also, I should have put the dishes in the dishwasher.”

“(Y/N), please come back to me. I am so sorry.”

Just when you wanted to tell Lydia what he had send you, your phone rings and of course it was Derek calling you.You saw a picture of him where he flashes his million dollar at the camera, appear. How hard that smile had made you fall for him a few years ago. 

“Derek,” You said into your phone while you rolled your eyes at him. Even if you loved him really much, he had really hurt you. 

“(Y/N), I am so sorry,” the brunete man at the other end of the line said.
“Never should I have said that to you. I know how hard you train and how much more skilled you have become. Please come back home so we can talk it out.” The regret could be heard in his voice. The regret and guild from saying somehthing that hurt me, bad.

“Okay,” I responded to him and I could hear him sigh in relief, like a weight fell off his shoulder. “I’ll come home to you.”

After that you hanged up and said goodbye to Lydia, who completly undertsood you. During moments like these, you were happy to have a friend like her. She understood you completly and never judged you.


You opened the big door that let to Derek’s beautiful loft. Ever since Derek en yours relationship got more serious, you saw the loft as your second home. Or maybe it wasn’t the loft but the person who lived there. The werewolf who you loved with all your heart.

“(Y/N),” Derek immediatly yelled as soon as he heard you shut the door. Without giving you the oppurtunity of saying anything, he came running to you and wrapped his muscular arms around. The arms that gave you a safe feeling.
“I am so sorry, I shouldn’t have said it,” the werewolf said while cupping your face and looking you into your eyes with his beautiufl, brown ones. 

“And what should have you done?” You asked him.

His eyes widened when you asked that. He probably wondered why you were asking about the dishes instead of saying he forgave you.
“I should have put the dishes in the dishwasher,” he answered you.
“And I shouldn’t have said that,” he added.

“You indeed shouldn’t have said that but I know that was a mistake you made, Derek,” You said. “And I forgive you.”

The worried look on Derek’s face dissapeared and made place for his million dollar smile which was reserved for the people he truly, deeply cared about. As soon as that smile appeared when you said something, Scott and the pack immediatly knew how Derek felt and it didn’t last long or you too noticed it.

“I love you, (Y/N),” Derek said while he took a deep breath and leaned with his forehead against yours. 

“I love you too, softie,” You answered and after that you gave him a small, yet sweet kiss on his soft lips.

Thread free for all!

Inbox me with the name of a thread that we dropped through forgetting to reply/losing the thread/not realising it was your turn, etc, and we’ll continue it!

It gets sort of awkward when it’s months down the track and you suddenly realise it was your turn on the thread. But alas! It’s been too long, it would be awkward to reply now, even if you really want to continue the RP. Consider this amnesty, send the name of the thread in, then reply or I’ll reply (Depending on whose turn it was) and we’ll continue on as though the thread was never accidentally dropped. If the rp didn’t have a name, then a general description is fine, so long as I know which one you’re talking about.

anonymous asked:

I apologize for going anon on you, seeing your inbox note. I'm aware I probably won't be answered. Earlier on Twitter you talked about popularity and social media. I have a personal situation and I wanted to know your thoughts, even if it might be harsh. I know notes =/= worth. I like what I make. I was also bent on improving. Yet it hurts when I barely get recognition when I've been in a fandom for years. I don't feel like I exist. -

- Plus I’ve become a little jealous over someone with same interests yet they’re popular. I try to avoid them, but I see their stuff everywhere. Their existence reminds me of my own ‘failure’. It’s not that I want to be wildly popular. I wish more people cared. I do feel as though communities aren’t as supportive as they could be. Thank you for taking the time to read this.           

I really don’t make a habit of answering anons, but if you have something that’s sincerely upsetting… well, it’s very hard for me to ignore that. We’ve all got weaknesses and sometimes it’s really super hard to talk to anyone about them.

No worries anon, I think this is something a lot of people struggle with. I don’t claim to know the answer, but I can certainly give you my two cents.

For anyone who doesn’t follow my Twitter (it’s a mess, I don’t blame you), this is the thread they’re referring to:

In addendum, it’s really easy to say things like recognition don’t matter. Numbers don’t matter. Twitter doesn’t lend well to talking at length about sensitive subjects, so I didn’t really delve into that part of it.

If I sounded like I don’t have my own problems with envy, don’t be fooled! I think even at our best, we all experience envy of others. No one is perfect, and we all crave what we lack, even if it’s not from a place of malice or ill-will.

It’s a really rough struggle, I’m not gonna lie. Things like natural advantages/disadvantages can take their toll (natural talent is a thing, friends), things like dumb luck can be downright infuriating. And a lot of times, that’s what it boils down to - because everyone works hard when they’re passionate about something. Sometimes, it’s about being in the right place at the right time, being born into an optimal environment, having the right resources, being in the right fandom, stumbling into the right group of friends, etc. Hell, the professional world is more often about networking than anything else, and that’s kind of a version of that.

Long story short, there are too many things out of your control. Which to me, is yet another reason why you shouldn’t beat yourself up over lack of popularity. Not to say that hard work and self-improvement should be thrown out the window, that’s not the point I’m trying to make; I’m just trying to say that there’s so much more that needs to be taken into consideration before you beat yourself up over low followers/likes/etc. (Not that you should ever beat yourself up for that)

So I suppose my advice is this: go out and make friends. Tailor your experience so that you no longer care about those numbers, or at least care less. Baby steps. Get more excited about sharing your work with close friends than posting on your blog and watching notes come in. Show your work to people who really matter to you - more often than not, a few kind words from them will mean more than 100,000 likes from some random strangers. If you think a community isn’t very welcoming or accepting… then look elsewhere! Other social media sites, other fandoms if you have to. No two places are the same.

Get more excited about self-discovery. Get more excited about self-improvement, learning something new. Your world is about you, your thoughts, your experiences. Not the opinion’s of random people on the internet. If you love something, if you enjoy something, they don’t matter.

It’s often a very slow process, learning to let go of envy and jealousy. I’ve only loosened my grip on it, it’s still there. I still feel petty and gross whenever I see an artist half my age and twice as talented, and I wonder, what sort of luck did they have? What silver spoon were they born with? Must be nice, I think bitterly, and then I catch myself and have a nasty taste in my mouth until I can let it go. Remind myself they’re a person too, and never wished to be better/more popular/successful to put others down.

Nobody is perfect. We all have our strengths and weaknesses, and at the end of the day, only you can make the art you make. No one else can, not even so-called master artists. They don’t have your mind, your eyes, your touch. Only you can bring your art into the world.

Life is fleeting. Enjoy yours as best you can, be happy. There’s more to life than comparing yourself to others. More to life than art, even. There’s tasty food to be eaten, new places to visit, new friends to make.

It’s little things like these that help me loosen my grip on envy’s hand.

And on a lighter note… do you even want to be popular on this hellsite. ‘Cause let me tell you a thing, back when I had, I think I peaked at around 80k (maybe 100k) followers on my old blog? The amount of harassment I got was ridiculous. Turning anon off at that point didn’t even work, I’d get just about everything under the sun on par for internet culture. Popularity means visibility, and holy shit that isn’t always a good thing. I’m 10000000% happier in my tinier fandoms, and I hope I stay here.

And I Won't Say No

Word count: 666
Pairing: Polyamorous! Modern! Hamilsquad x Polyamorous! Reader
Warnings: hella poly. Hella fluff.
Notes: Five bucks says I get angry Christians in my inbox

You were sitting on the doorstep of your parents house. Why were you sitting on the doorstep? Well, seeing as they kicked you out, it was an appropriate place to be. You had only come to talk, but your conversation went something like this:
“You’re what?” You sighed slightly. You had just told your parents you were polyamorous and Pansexual. You couldn’t much tell from their expressions how they felt, but you had a feeling it wasn’t overjoyed.

“Polyamorous and Pansexual. The two ‘P’s of the lgbt commun-”

“Get out.” Your dad said, his finger pointed at the door. Your mouth dropped open. You were hoping, praying even, that this was one of those times when parents kicked their kids out to set up a party, or where your mother would follow you. However, this was not one of those times, and he was dead serious.

“Im afraid I don’t-”

“Get out! We will not have a slut in our household.” Tears began to fall. How could he kick his own child out? Granted, you weren’t his only child, but still. You took a step back, slowly heading towards the door.

“Mom-mom talk some sense into him, please! Mom-” Your mother scowled at you.

“Don’t you ever show your face here again.” She spat, closing the door in your face. You ran a hand through your hair and over your damp face.


Now you were here, on the doorstep, contemplating on where to go and who to talk to. You finally decided on Alexander.
You typed in his number, listening to the ringing before he picked up.


“Alexander?” You sniffed. The man let out a throaty grunt, as if he was quietly asking what happened.

-What happened?-

“Parents house, it didn’t go well. I-they-” You began to sob again. You could feel the eyes boring into your soul from behind curtains and in the street. You were creating a scene, and if you didn’t move soon, they may call the police.

-On my way, hang in there- there was a click and a dial tone. He was coming to get you, thank god! Now hopefully he wouldn’t call the others.

Sadly, he did call the others. They hadn’t arrived yet, but they would soon enough. You hated to be such a bother, but who better to comfort you in your time of mourning?
Right now you were laying on Alexanders bed, snuggled in his arms. He listened as you cried about your experience of ‘coming out’ as many called it. Many tissues laid discarded on the ground, wet with your tears (kinda like his shirt).

“I brought ice-cream!”

“And pajamas!”

“And chicken flicks…oh, chick flicks. Right.”

You giggled at the sound of the rest of the squad. The three men burst into the room, each with a different package, and each with triumphant grins. John shoved the pajamas into your hands, pointing at the bathroom door.

“Comfy clothing, go to it.” He encouraged. You stood in the bathroom, pulling off your old clothes and slipping on the cheaply made Wal-Mart pajamas. They were blue with little turtles all over, typically of the reptile lover. You stepped out, twirling as they 'oohed’ You retook a seat near Alexander. The boys joined you on the bed, displaying their prized possessions to you.

“So, we’ve got (f/f) ice cream and ten different romcoms. Which do you want to watch first?” Hercules asked. You shrugged and pointed to 'The Notebook.’ It was the only one you recognized, after all. They must have randomly picked off the shelf.
Lafayette snuggled into your other side, whispering kind words in French. John and Hercules fell back on the sides of the two other men. They pressed the play button, listened as the commercials came, and began to skip them.
Despite your parents reactions, despite the pain and dishonor you were put through today, you never regretted falling in love with these four men.

anonymous asked:

did you notice the way Newt was looking at you when you were doing the Ilvermorny hymn? I just feel like it's my duty to tell you that he's so in love with you, he just won't admit it💙

Oh, um. No. I was too busy trying to get those notes right. I’m not much of a singer. He was probably looking at Queenie. But I’m, uh…glad he enjoyed it.

If anyone wants to know what ADHD is like
  • It's feeling yourself talking too much or too loud and not being able to stop.
  • It's having a super short temper and trying to figure out ways to hold it in.
  • It's not being able to focus when someone talks to you for more than 60 seconds.
  • It's constantly being scared of going to work because when if you can't focus on a customer? What if you can't focus on your bosses instructions?
  • It's having to constantly remind yourself that numbers matter and the future is real so you don't spend all of your money in one day.
  • It’s constantly playing “what’s least dirty” because you ran out of clothes last month and you keep forgetting to wash them.
  • It’s actually remembering to wash your clothes for once, but letting them mildew in the washer for a week because you forgot to move them.
  • It’s forgetting to brush your teeth or put on deodorant for days.
  • It’s not being able to clean anything because your mind can’t decide what to do first.
  • It’s then spending two hours going through a single stack of papers on your desk.
  • It’s being late to work every day for a month because you literally can’t remember where you put your car keys or wallet.
  • It’s constantly putting off a something simple because the steps involved seem overwhelming or time consuming.
  • It’s realizing that you had meant to follow up on something a day later, and two weeks have passed.
  • It’s not being able to have a simple conversation with someone when the tv is on.
  • It's getting so obsessed with something it's all you can talk about for months.
  • It's not being able to eat certain food because of the texture and going weeks only eating one kind of food.
  • It's not being able to borrow school supplies when you forgot a pen because you know the way you fidgit in class will break it.
  • It's years of your life that just don't exsist in your memory.
  • It's having to be really insistent on getting plans from people so you can make notes and reminders so you won't forget.
  • It's the fact that just to type this I had to pause my music and turn off my noise machine so I could try to focus on the words.
  • So people who say ADHD isn't real can go to hell. You have no idea.
  • (Similar to ticklemetuesdays post but I added some things I feel)

So tumblr isn’t showing any of my last drawings in the tags (at least I don’t see them in the tags if I’m looking with my second tumblr account). So I’m gonna try to reupload them till they show up in the tags. I hope I don’t annoy any of you with that but I’m really bitter right now so…


make me choose: anonymous asked: zendaya or kehlani?
They didn’t want me then, they want me now.
Did not want me to win, but now they’re proud.
Now they’re payin’ to get in, they in the crowd.
Tell me how’s it feel now? Tell me, how’s it feel now?
Bein’ low, yeah you a snake.
You puttin’ on a show, that Ricki Lake.
Hey man I don’t trip, my life’s great,
                           But swallow that pride, tell me how that shit taste.