When bae gives you compliments ugguuuu
Newsammywhiskers is my bae <3 I love them so much they say such sweet things that lift me up into bliss.
Please go send them love and affection <3 I adore this person they are so talented and throw out compliments in the same manner that jesus cured people.
i was trying to be nice is all :c
i implore everyone to go and help them, i am sure that deep down they are a kind human <3
improvement meme
to this piece of utter dank cancer, the good cancer
bee movie 2?
Bee Movie 2?
I have a question. A question that has been lying dormant within the nooks and crannies of my mind for many moons now. Well, it is more than just a simple Question, I have travelled far and wide across the globe, probing every aspect of humanity’s knowledge to try and understand truly, why was there no Bee Movie 2?
Now, I understand what some of you may bee thinking: ‘The Bee Movie was the worst film ever made, and the shame of this was too much for DreamWorks to attempt again.’ This is an obvious idea of which I did explore thoroughly, however I am afraid that this just cannot bee the answer. Take DreamWorks, look at their track record. They made Shrek, which then turned into Shrek 2, then Shrek 3, swiftly followed by Shrek Forever After and then came tumbling down many terrible spin-offs, all delivered to us by DreamWorks.
So, what I derived from this was that DreamWorks is a company that likes to milk the bitty out of a franchise until there is simply dust left in the dry, sore udders of their cash cows. So, you see, there must have been a darker, more obscure reason why DreamWorks didn’t even attempt a Bee Movie 2. Something more sinister must bee lurking around the corner…
After more than a month of intense research and testing, I think I may have found the answer. Please stay with me, for what I will tell you may just open your eyes to new possibilities and unchartered waters, and could point you towards the dark but necessary truth.
There are many underlying issues presented in the Bee Movie that beefore I had failed to see. Firstly, the pact. Barry tried desperately to get Vanessa to sign a suicide pact with him, which ultimately would have only resulted in Barry’s death twice over. Now, Barry is a bee, and graduated from Bee School, so therefore he must have some intelligence and know-how about bee anatomy, we would suspect. The offer to sting Vanessa was in fact a cry for help, the first sign that Barry wanted to end his life, and then he tried to ensure his death would bee carried out by suggesting that Vanessa step on him. When Vanessa stated the obvious that this would just kill him twice, Barry did not seem surprised. He knew all along. He wanted death to take him. But why is this? What did Barry know about the world that was so dark, he needed an escape?
His whole relationship with Vanessa was simply to try and get close enough to humanity to warn them of the truth, but when Vanessa didn’t understand him and his bee jokes, he knew she would never come close to understanding the dark secret that lies beneath the cracks. Therefore, he stayed with Vanessa in the hope that she would maybee fall in love with him, and want to perform the physical act of love, which would undoubtedly end in Barry beeing crushed or suffocated within the folds of Vanessa’s warm cave, and would give him the sweet release of death that he so craved.
I needed to find out, I needed to do the impossible and find Barry and ask him myself. I went to the backstreets of New York City, where lie all the washed-up celebrities. But alas… what I found was… Well my friends, this is not easy to say. This is the tricky part… Barry is dead. I found his crumpled, lifeless, tiny body while I was trekking through the concrete jungle. He was not even buried, just left in the bustling street, his face contorted and misshapen with an expression of terror. Oh I wish I knew his last thought, his final wish. What was running through that small but brilliant mind of his the second beefore his life was taken from him? More importantly… why and how did he die?
Ken, as we all know, clearly suffered from anger issues. He had tried to kill Barry on more than one occasion and would always scream and make unnecessary noise at any opportunity. There was something wrong here- through his rabid and unpredictable actions, ken was trying to convey a message to all of humanity. He knew the deepest of truths.
Allow me to explain, if you will. DreamWorks is not your ordinary animated film corporation. They do not possess any animation technology, they simply get animals and oddly-shaped humans and experiment on them until they beecome distorted and wrong. Beeforehand, Shrek was a simple Scottish man who resided in the city of Perth and owned a donkey sanctuary, until DreamWorks snatched him from his humble life and after many years of experimentation forced him into a life of cameras and fame. This also happened to Barry. Barry was a simple Vietnamese farm boy, only 12 years of age. He was taken from his home for the sole reason that he had flawless eyebrows, and was then experimented on for years. Having never seen a car before, it was quite a shock when he was forced into a technologically advanced bee hive within New York City.
The majority of DreamWorks’ cash cows are so traumatised by the years of torment that they keep quiet, never mentioning the agony they endured. Barry, however, was different. He was rebeellious, and was triggered every time he heard American accents. He was unstable, and DreamWorks did not know when or where he could expose their secret. Somehow, they managed to ensure that Barry did not spill the beens through the whole of the filming of The Bee Movie, however after this, Barry could not take anymore and started to threaten to tell the whole world about what he knew if DreamWorks didn’t stop doing this.
DreamWorks needed Barry dead. They needed a swift and unsuspicious way to deal with their little problem. They set up a meeting and just beefore it beegan, Ken knocked over a plant and the soil stained his new loafers. Enraged, he thrust his head back and screamed, kicking the plant and grinding it into the navy carpet. During the spectacle, a few of the board members exchanged glances and nodded. They had found their solution: Ken.
After letting Ken rage for a few more minutes, the head membeer walked beehind him and placed a hand on his sweaty shoulder. Not a word was uttered. He knew what this meant. Ken turned round to face the suited man, slowly shaking his head, his eyes growing wider, gently raising his hands to cup his face as he started to shake and sob softly. His knees buckled beeneath him and he collapsed to the floor amongst the corpse of the plant; he knew he had to do it. He had to kill that Bee, otherwise DreamWorks would experiment on him too and use him in their next franchise.
It was perfect, everyone knew that Ken had loathed Barry since losing his girlfriend and future to him. Barry would bee dead and DreamWorks would bee in the clear. The death was quick, Ken contacted Barry saying that he wanted to apologise and that he should come to his apartment. While Barry was sitting on the sofa, Ken grabbeed a hose and sprayed Barry so he couldn’t fly away ‘can’t fly in rain… can’t fly in rain’. Ken whispered ‘I’m so sorry Barry’ beefore reaching for Italian Vogue and bringing it down upon the helpless Bee. Ken wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, and cradled Barry in his hands. DreamWorks had instructed him to flush Barry down the toilet so there was no evidence, but Ken just couldn’t do this. He placed Barry’s body in the flower pot outside his window, but a strong gust of wind carried him down and he landed on the street.
This was where I found him.
Uranian Man Pt 1 (StuartxWaluigi)
The crowd bustled around him, pushing him in all directions making the minion's head spin. Stuart was beginning to feel overwhelmed. Bob and Kevin had warned him about this, they had told him that comic con would be too much for him. With his short stature and lack of depth perception caused by monocular vision, simple tasks like walking were difficult for Stuart, made only worse by the thousands of people around him. Finally, he saw what he had been looking for. What had made him want to make this treacherous journey. Fix it Felix.
With a skip, Stuart pushed his way through the crowd, all of his anxiety forgotten now he had spotted the coveted Felix posters. He saw the one he wanted. Felix had his back to the camera, casting a coy glance over his shoulder, hammer clasped firmly in his over sized hands. The minion bit his lip as he stood on his tip toes, reaching out for the poster.
Suddenly, his yellow hand brushed against a large peachy-orange one. Stuart gasped as electricity jolted through him, making his limp hair stand on end and goosebumps erupt over his shiny yellow flesh. He shivered despite the cloying humidity of a thousand nerds and weeaboos.
The minion's palm was clammy, his palm sticking to Waluigi's. The taller man could see how the smaller man licked his lips as their flesh touched. "Oh yeah." Waluigi murmured.
He moved backwards, carried by an urge he couldn't explain, a primal urge to be closer to the moustached giant behind him. He stepped backwards, his indistinguishable-from-his-body head bumped into the man behind. Stuart gasped as he felt the gentle swell around the crotch of the raven haired man's dungarees. He felt a thrill of pride when he realised what he was causing this handsome stranger.
Sweat gathered on his forehead, dripping down and pooling on the top of his single goggle. The feel of the sweat sliding down the side of his face tickled and he wanted to wipe it off, to stop the discomfort so he could focus on the man above him entirely, no distractions. He attempted to do so, using the hand that wasn't being held by the handsome strangers. His arms, however, were disproportionate to his body, and so Stuart couldn't reach the top of his goggle. He cursed Gru, his creator, quietly "Damn you, you skinny legged bastard." He muttered, his voice shaking.
Below him the minion gasped. The sound made Waluigi lose control. In a lapse of though, he gently rolled his hips, pressing his crotch against the minion's head, "Oh yeah." He whispered. Slowly, he moved his fingers across the top of the minion's goggle, gathering the sweat nectar of the yellow man's sweat on his finger tips.
Waluigi brought his fingers up to the light, admiring the rainbows within the droplets of the smaller man's fluids, loving the way they caused light to dapple across his face. Then, with a movement so quick it made the minion below him gasp, Waluigi plunged the sweaty fingers into his mouth. He moved them round, tongue lapping at each one, drinking up the sweet juices, his tar black eyes fixed onto the wide eyed yellow creature in front of him the whole time.
Finally, he removed them with a pop, saliva spraying the minion's goggle. Before the smaller man had a chance to wipe off the offending liquid, Waluigi had stuffed his long fingers down the smaller man's throat, smirking his manic smirk at the look of shock on the yellow face.
"Suck." He ordered.
8== D---------------------
AN: Sorry for any of the tipos, english not is mine first language. There is part 2 if peoples likes it. There is part 2 even if peoples dont.