and me wtf

every other character´s past trauma, abuse and experiences are something to be kept in mind when we discuss their behavior and their actions, because it is clear that those things had an effect on who said character is in canon.

unless we´re talking about robert, who seriously just needs to get over himself and stop whining, because really, living in the closet for years and years after your father beat you for being bisexual when you were a child, having to watch your mother die right in front of you at 14 and being kicked onto the streets at 19 to fend for yourself isn´t that big of a deal anyway. what a tantrum throwing child.

cool. got it. makes total sense.

Seriously, tho.

What’s the deal with random people chatting me up here when they don’t even follow me?

There doesn’t seem to be any history of them hearting my posts, even when they start the chat by mentioning “nice post” or “nice sst” yet they didn’t even heart the post? They also ask very specific questions about my blog or bio. It’s fucking creeping me out. Should I be creeped out? Is this a thing now?

Their blogs are just photos and don’t link to porn or anything, so I don’t think they’re bots.

last night in the dressing room. everyone‘s there except Kellin.

me: i cant wait to see my cat!!

Jack: your cat, really? *looks confused*

5mins later. Kellin comes in.

Kellin: i miss my cat!! i cant wait to see my cat!!

someone shouts: who tf misses their cat! cats are lame!!!

Jack: *looks at Kellin* 👀 *looks at me* 😲👀


GREAT SCOTS! First of, holy shite! Thank you so much, everyone, for following this blog! You have no idea how much it means to both myself and Serey. Each and every one of you I hold dearly in my heart, and heck you’ve even stuck with me with every blog move, and I love you all! I’ve always had doubts, times of inactivity and serious concerns on both my creation and my writing, but to see this many people enjoying both Seremela AND my writing, I can feel my doubts washing away for a time. Even if I’m gone because of school or family life, I always have the little comments people have made and it never fails to make me smile. Thank you!

Secondly, I’ve been around on Tumblr for three years now, and boy! Seeing how much I’ve developed in my writing, and how much Seremela has changed is truly amazing. Looking back to when I first made Seremela, prior to joining Tumblr, I can say that she herself has drastically changed since day one of her creation to now. It’s truly jaw-dropping to see how much she has changed. My writing! Holy shite! I can’t believe how much my writing has changed! Looking back onto some old creative writing works I did in school two years ago, I can’t believe how much as truly changed. I look back onto most of my old writing and question myself on what I was thinking, and how much I did change from back then.

This is all thanks you guys! Your comments, your constructive critism, our little talks, the interactions, the questions, EVERYTHING has enjoyed me to continue with this darling muse of mine. Thank you so much, my darling beans!

The Fam Beans! ( My nearest and dearest )

@tricange @wintergraced @i-ced @greeene / @titaxia  @teethbled @azureskiiies @sinnerstesia @lovedmagic

The Admired-From-Afar Beans! ( The lovelies I wish to interact with but too damn shy )

@hishonor @ehreled @regen-frau @uxnmei @pcndragcn @prodigialis @armourheld @detectivewxlf @frystsnow @glacierbled @beijide @batomos @kitaryu @circumspects @cuelebres @choosingfreedom @maregis @seraped @ridireacht @stiridra @teufelme @atlaswinged @rokniff @stonehcrdt  and so many others!

Thank you everyone! And remember: you’re all beautiful and loved!

Just writer problems: taking a five minute study break and ending up finishing chapter 24.


“Hey thanks for meeting me at this sketchy place with horrible lighting”

“No problem! I needed to get away from the kittens”

“Oh that’s right! Your mom adopted those little guys”

“Yea, she sure has a thing for cats”

Ruebin keeps nervously fidgeting, wanting to ask the question swirling around his mind but the time wasn’t right yet. Him and Aimee continue the small talk until there isn’t anything to talk about anymore. A silence fills the table as Ruebin works up the confidence to ask the question he so desperately wanted to ask.

“Do you remember the what happened at the Halloween Party?” He nervously said fidgeting even more than before, practically shaking the whole table. Aimee sensed he was uncomfortable I mean how should she not. He was a nervous wreck and sadly she knew exactly why. 

“Yea I remember the majority of the night, but some of it is sorta fuzzy I guess.” She says thinking about the parts just can’t make out. A particular scene comes to mind, one where the boy sitting right next to her admitted his ‘feelings’. This scene just seems to always be playing on repeat through her head. She has categorized in her head as a dream though there is something about it that feels so real.