After months of saying so, i’m finally doing my first ever follow forever! Over the past 2 year this blog has reached many milestones which i’m so so very thankful for mOM I WON ThIS Every time i log on to tumblr and look at that number I still feel overwhelmed and I can’t stress enough how deeply grateful I am to all of you!
Every compliment, every tag, every message, every follow really means a lot to me and fnbgfuobirjrr i’m just so happy to be here surrounded by kind and loving people ;-))) Also thank you to everyone who has given me confidence in what I make! I used to find it hard to make my own content when there are so many amazing blogs who makes things that are 1484584 times better than mine but thanks to everyone’s words of encouragement, i’ve learnt to like what I make too! i love stalkinG you guys tags you’re all soo so so nice
Anways here’s a follow forever dedicated to all the amazing blogs that I follow, without you guys this blog wouldn’t even exist so I thank you all from the bottom of my heart! I love you all very much!
Also I apologise if I get anything wrong, message me and i’ll glady change it!
Give me Remus and Peter talking seriously about Lycanthropy and Pete being the only one in the group to guess Remus’ absolute favourite chocolate.
Give me Sirius and Peter having their first smoke togeather, and Sirius being the one spluttering and choking everywhere. Peter being so accidentally punk rock Sirius ends up wanting some of HIS qualities
Give me James and Peter spying on their other two best friends, making bets on when they’re going to come out. Peter winning that bet because he knows his friends better than anyone. James being amazed at the accuracy and rewarding Peter with a public sonet.
I hardly see any posts out there about this so I guess I’ll be the one to do it.
To all my beautiful followers with eczema, vitiligo, birthmarks, psoriasis, or any other skin condition-you are beautiful.
For all my lovely guys, girls, and non binary friends going to prom this year and feeling self conscious as hell-I love you & you are beautiful. You slay in that dress or tux. I know it’s not easy but your skin condition does not define you.
Thanks for being so talented, audacious, inspirationnal and awesome! Virtual high five? :D For the record, my admiration for you is immense. Since the very beginning you never stopped to amaze me wether it be with your drawings or your personnality.
listen I just want people who ship eremin to ship eremin WITH me
I can’t take this near constant stream of ereri, it’s like being pissed on by a stranger who thinks I’m the guy they’ve been messaging on tinder but totally did not communicate their location properly.
Please less piss.
If you post eremin, like eremin, support eremin, or think ARMIN IS IMPORTANT TO EREN, i.e. you have basic reading comprehension skills, please do something to this post.
Me coming to the abrupt realization that Johnny Seo is the most caring, corniest and loving man out there and therefore the Best Man Alive™ and I can’t BELIEVE I exist on this planet at the same time as him
The first time Neil meets Andrew, there isn’t any intention behind it. Or rather, there’s no intent to go out and meet new people. Neil doesn’t intend to catch someone’s eye and share a joke from across a room. And he definitely doesn’t intend to be rescued from his own drunk self by the same stranger.
Matt seems kind of alarmed to see Neil with a stranger - probably because Neil openly resisted getting to know Matt, the least threatening person in the world, probably, and now he’s in a decidedly angry-looking stranger’s lap on a curb. “Neil, I left you alone for five minutes, how did you make everything go wrong in that time?”
Neil doesn’t groan. He doesn’t. “Bad luck follows me?”
The blonde guy doesn’t laugh. Neil’s not sure he said anything. Neil really doesn’t know why he’s the one to follow Neil out of the bar when the world started spinning.
Matt laughs, a little. “Not entirely unlucky. You’ve made a friend?” Neil’s sure he’s sizing the other guy up, making sure he has no untoward intentions with Neil, but he doesn’t see it. All he sees is cement and surprisingly nice shoes (not his own).
“Andrew,” the guy offers, not unkindly. In fact, there’s not much of anything in his tone.
“Right,” Matt says, sounding somehow unsure. “Well, thanks for helping Neil. He’s kind of a danger magnet. I should, uh, get him back home.” Matt’s voice is hesitant, and even through the fog in Neil’s mind, he knows why.
“It’s Dan’s night,” he protests weakly. “Go back in. I’m fine.”
“Neil,” Matt says, and his voice is as hard as it always gets when Neil lies. “You freak out when I pat your shoulder and you’re in this guy’s lap. Can you even stand up? Don’t- don’t try it, man.”
Neil tries it. The world shakes, and he ends up back in Andrew’s lap, with only the addition of a hand on his back that might be for stability or maybe just for ease. Andrew seems nonplussed by all of these events. Any other time, Neil would be full of questions for Andrew. Any less drunk, and he’d ask them. Maybe it’s good you met this way, some self-preservation instinct suggests, but Neil isn’t sure this state is good for anything.
“Dan won’t mind,” Matt says, and Neil knows he’s right. “It’s part of parenthood, eh?”
So Matt starts to pull Neil up, and wraps an arm securely around his waist despite the height difference.
Neil was never really taught manners, but something sticks out anyway. He looks at Andrew with all the focus he can muster, trying to commit his face to memory, and says, “Thank you,” carefully. Andrew doesn’t respond, or maybe Neil just doesn’t notice, and then he’s gone.