being me is awesome

Thank you!

1,000 people have followed this blog. That’s… insane! I started this blog thinking it wouldn’t grow to be much, but now it has… Thank you guys, each and every one of you-so much. This community has helped me in so many ways, and I couldn’t be more grateful. You guys never cease to amaze me with your talent, support, and positivity. Keep being the awesome people that you are!
On another note: I promise, I’m working on making more gifs, but with the end of the school year coming around, they might be a little late. I hope that’s OK-and to make matters worse, the program I used decided to quit on me; so I’m trying to figure out a couple new things. :)

Sincerely,
Grace

Motivational Mango

Hello, I am Mango, birb of the internet, and I have heard that you have a sad. 

Did you know that I am professional sad fighter? It’s true! Mango will show you the way. When you has a sad, you may feel like doing this: 

As you can see, Mango has been there too. But I can offer you some solutions. 

Sometimes it can help to talk to a friend. It can be hard to reach out, but sometimes expressing how you feel and commiserating makes you feel less alone. Hiding in hair is optional. 

You can talk to friends online if that makes you more comfortable. Computer is also good for viewing birbs. Good for combating a sad.  

If you’re having a rough time, it’s ok to take a break and enjoy a favorite activity. Don’t feel guilty! We can’t be 100% work 100% of the time. You’re allowed to have fun! 

You could get some rest, take a walk, or fix yourself a favorite snack! Sometimes you need to treat yo self. You deserve it because you’re awesome. So remember to be good to you. 

You just take that sad and you give it this look to let it know you mean business: 

You examine this sad and tell it that it has no power here. Give it a real good look with your birb eye and remember that you are worth more than any momentary despair this sad could bring. Here, Mango show you how: 

If all else fails, Mango will get real puffy at the sad for you to ward it off. Sad has no room when Mango is poof. 

But of course the best cure for a sad is looking at pictures of birbs. 

Hang in there, birb! You’re gonna make it. 

so i drew auston matthews.
shoutout to @iceburgh87, @gigglymarner, and @cloudykiidd for their constant encouragement 💙

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Click https://drive.google.com/file/d/0ByxhNbuNLcaIcFNkeDdHS2hZdkU/view?usp=sharing for the whole thing!

THE DEED IS DONE, I DELIVER THEE PART 3!

Yup, you guessed it - this thing is still not over, I fear. After a long day of freaking out, panicking, calming the f*ck down and getting back to work - here it is. I wanna thank @safedork for helping me see clearly and being generally awesome. I owe you, girl. :*

Also I have to mention @ghostgetters and @elladoodles for basically giving me the perfect outline for this quite angsty reunion between Star and Marco. They still love each other, kids - they just have a lot of feelings bottled up and it’s time to let them out … (also sorry for the weird lighting change in some panels, long story)

Part 4 might take a little longer, because I have some school/family timez coming up, but don’t worry - it will come and it will be beautiful.

Again: this storyboard is 100% fanmade. Please share, reblog & spread this monstrosity so I can drag even more people down with me!

Love, Lima!

I absolutely LOVE the new Power Rangers movie and I ended up scribbling down a pic of myself as a ranger 😉💜 I think my favourite characters are Trini and Billy (I can’t believe how well they portrayed someone on the spectrum!) 🌸

a fan comic for @galactibun i feel like this had to be done

I’m so sorry you have to go through all this heck just for being a good artist. I hope this eventually dies down and people get the message. You’re a huge inspiration to me and lots of other people. Keep being awesome <3 kcyaluvya bai

Ok it was already a fact but this sets it in stone @ziegelzeig is a absoulute awesome human being!!!! He just sent me this over as a gift 😆 it’s the Star surgeon of Savannah Central Hospital Dr Luna Elise Wilde (Age 22) as she appears in the Take a Stand sequel; Star of Ceartas. Again a huge THANK YOU 😄 to @ziegelzeig for this thoughtful and beautiful gift, you really are a amazing friend 😉 please check out his tumblr and his deviantart page ziegelzeig.deviantart.com he is a massive talent

I’m all choked up my little oc kit has grown up so fast 😭
How do you measure a year?

Request: soulmate au- when you reach 18, you stop ageing until you meet your soulmate. 

Pairing: Anthony Ramos x reader

Warnings: mild angst

Word count: 2,797 

A/N: welcome to day one of the @hamwriters writeathon (aka AU time)! I’m posting a fic a day this week (woah) and I am so excited pls come and scream with me. endless thanks to @gratitudejoyandsorrow for proofreading and being awesome ^-^

schedule for the rest of this week here

@pearltheartist, @whitestorm547

1783

You celebrated your eighteenth birthday in seventeen eighty three. Your parents, ageing together for twenty years, looked on fondly as you accepted their gift- new writing supplies and a diary.

“Write about your life,” your father suggested. He had fought in the revolutionary war alongside Washington himself, meeting your mother when he had returned from to New York to begin his life anew.

“Thank you,” you told him. Your best friend Theodosia had already found her soulmate and, despite you being born before her, she now looked older.

You carefully signed your name on the inside cover. The ink shone on the page and you decided you would write a letter to your soulmate each and every day until you met them.

2015

You pushed your way through the streets of New York, shivering in the cold. Having invested your money well over the last two hundred and thirty years, you didn’t have to work full time, and could afford to spend your time in coffee shops, writing.

You were on your two hundredth journal. You always carried your first one and your latest one with you- the beginning and the end of your life, you reasoned. You had written over eighty-five thousand letters to your soulmate.

And you had never met them.

A couple of times you had tried to find someone else- someone who had lost their soulmate or who hadn’t found them yet either, but it never worked. If they had known their soulmate, you could never be enough.

You slipped into your current favourite coffee shop- a two story independent shop that was a stones throw away from Broadway. You wondered idly if there was a new show you could go and see, and decided to head over to take a look later.

There was a new barista at the counter. Her hair a golden-brown that caught the light as she chatted animatedly to her coworkers. You slid into your favourite seat - a cushy armchair by the window - and pulled out your journal.

You opened it to a fresh page and pulled out a pen and a paperclip. You wrote the date above the lines and fished around in your jacket pocket for a moment before finding your ticket to an art exhibition you had been to. You clipped it to the page and started to write.

Dear Soulmate,

New York is so different now- so busy, so tall, and so alive. It’s no longer the city I grew up in, but I suppose the world moves on even if I don’t.

There was an exhibition at the Metropolitan Museum of Art about soulmates - I saved my ticket. They had photos of people with their soulmates, dressed in the clothing of the era they were born in. The kind of thing they might have worn on their eighteenth birthday.

Couples from all over the world - every nationality, every gender, every sexuality. Little placards letting you know how long they’d waited for each other. People born during World War One - a horrible time - meeting their soulmates today.

It gave me hope that I might still find you.

You closed your journal as the waitress brought over your coffee, setting it down with a smile. You thanked her.

Over two centuries you had met people who had waited for their soulmates for just as long as you had. Many of them had watched their families die, as you had, and struggled to keep faith. Every one of them had found their soulmates eventually and promised you it was worth it.

So you waited.

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Bones (A Marvel AU)

Characters: Steve Rogers, Female Reader, Wanda Maximoff

Pairings: None

Warnings: Mild violence, language, talks about a dead body (Nothing I can really think of right now. 

Summary: You are a forensic anthropologist working for the Smithsonian Institute in Washington D.C. when you and your team get recruited by the FBI to aid one of their top field agents, Special Agent Steve Rogers. 

Author’s Note: So this is my first Marvel AU series and I’m quite nervous on how this is going to turn out. The series is going to be based on the TV show Bones and since the show is 12 seasons long I’m just going to base the series on some of my favorite episodes including the series finale coming out in the upcoming weeks. I only hope I do it justice. I want to thank @mrs-squirrel-chester​ for convincing me into writing this and for not only being as awesome beta but because she also made this kick-ass edit above. 


THE GIRL IN THE POND: PART ONE


“Come on. Come on,” Wanda muttered to herself as she raced through Ronald Reagan National Airport, making her way through the large crowd of people before skidding to a stop at the arrivals board.


“I’m late.” She let out a breath, looking up at the board and noticed that it was beginning to malfunction. “This board is broken,” she  said to a group of people who were also staring up at the board. “Uh? Did anyone meet the Uh, did anybody meet the flight from Guatemala? Aviateca airlines?” she questioned, her Sokovian accent thick. “Yeah, right. I’m late,” she muttered to herself again as everyone shook their heads no.


Turning on her heel, she walked over to the customer service desk where a young, well dressed man was standing there, on the phone.


“Excuse me?” Wanda asked. “Uh, you have a glitch on your arrivals board.”


The customer service agent ignored her as he continued to talk on the phone.


“Hello! Sir, excuse me.” She tried to grab the man’s attention again, only to be met by him holding up his index finger at her in annoyance.


Irritated and angry, she ripped open her pink button-up blouse revealing a pale pink, lacy bustier. The man turned around and dropped his phone on his desk with a thud, his jaw following as his dark eyes hungrily roamed over her curves.


“How  can I help you?” the newly-interested agent asked.


“Yeah. Hi. The flight from Guatemala?” Wanda smirked raising an eyebrow.



“Please tell me you tried ‘excuse me’ first,” you said to Wanda, noticing her state of dress.

Keep reading

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“P-Please help me…”

Ruran likes to think he didn’t help save Madoc, but without him, they probably couldn’t have! Arshtat has to thank him somehow.

Even if it’s rather traumatic.

This is also a super big thank you to @lockerinannis for being an amazing RP partner and letting me part of his big ol’ awesome plot. Such a good DM, such a good bab.

honestly tho Tsukishima is so fucking #extra when it comes to Hinata???

Tsukki: *does something Good*

Tsukki: *immediately side-eyes Hinata as if saying “I did awesome too”*

this reminded me of That One Panel:

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Nijimura Shuuzo | ♥ Teiko Captain ♥ |
↳ Happy Birthday to my sweetest bby Ela-chan! @hisokahs ✿ (。♥ ⌣ ♥。) ✿

One Love (Alexander X Reader)

My longest story yet: 2051 words

Major Angst, tissues are recommended

Thanks to @gratitudejoyandsorrow and @hamilficsfordays for being your awesome selves and believing in me.

Tags: @yayhamletnonstop @iputmyselfintothenarrative @ruth-hamilton-delrio


You feel world weary and bone tired. The thought of your bed is comforting. You smile as you see your husband waiting on you to join him. You quickly get in and curl up next to him. He is cold to the touch, but it doesn’t bother you. You suddenly remember something that needed to be done and jump up to do it fast so you can get back to Alexander. “Just come back to bed.” He murmurs. His voice sounds a little off but it pulls you back to his side.

You lay in bed shrouded in darkness. You can see Alexander’s silhouette on the other side of the bed. Everything feels right in the world. The sun starts to rise and Alexander begins to fade away. You stretch your fingers out to touch his face but just as the sun reaches its zenith, he whispers that he loves you just before he disappears.

“Nooooo!” You scream, sitting bolt upright in your bed. You reach out to grab the hand that you know should be there but all you find is empty sheets. It all starts coming back to you. The duel with Aaron Burr. He shot and killed your Alexander. It had been three months ago. You bolt for the bathroom to deposit whatever was left in your stomach into the toilet. Even being sick reminds you of your beloved Alexander. The way he held your hair out of the way so you wouldn’t get anything in it. The slow, soothing circles he would rub on your back. You succumb to sobs after you can’t throw up any more.

Once you cry all you have left in you, you slowly make your way downstairs. All the children are gone already, off to school or play dates. Thanks to your sister, Angelica, your children have been taken care of while you were still mourning the loss of the love of your life. She had left you a small plate for your breakfast but knew you probably wouldn’t eat it, although she would beg you to. You decided to appease your sister by eating some of the food she had prepared for you. You knew you needed to move on, get on with your life. It was what you thought Alexander would want you to do.

After eating everything that you could manage to stomach, you made your way to Alexander’s study. You stand before the door. Taking a deep breath to steel your resolve, you open the door for the first time in months and you are almost bowled over with memories. The most prominent one, the last one is thrust to the front of your mind.

You open the door to Alexander’s study to find him writing, as usual. You slowly walk over to stand behind him in his desk chair. You place your hands on his shoulders to rub them. “Alexander, come back to sleep.”

He sets his pen down to caress your hand. “I have an early meeting out of town.”

You place your chin on his shoulder. “It’s still dark outside.”

He places his hand on your cheek, causing your heads to touch. “I know. I just need to write something down.”

You shake your head at his words. It was always his response when he was in his study. “Why do you write like you’re running out of time?” You move to wrap your arms around his neck from behind him, placing your head on top of his.

He tries to shush you but you continue. “Come back to bed. That would be enough.” A small smile spreads across his face as he tries to appease you.

“I’ll be back before you know I’m gone.”

“Come back to sleep” You whisper in his ear.

“This meeting’s at dawn.”

You sigh, finally feeling resigned that he is not going to join you. “Well, I’m going back to sleep.” You place a kiss to the top of his head and begin to leave.

He grabs your hand before you are out of reach and pulls you to look at him. “Hey, best of wives and best of women.” He places a chaste kiss on the top of your hand, just like he did on the day you met.

You collapse to your knees as the memory wrenches your heart. If you had only known what that meeting was, you would have tried harder to get him to stay. You sat inside the doorway of his study, sobbing into your hands. Once you felt like you had no more tears to cry again, you dried your face with your handkerchief. Well, it wasn’t yours, it was Alexander’s but you held onto it, a physical piece of him you could still hold. Bringing yourself up off the floor, you walk over to his desk, Alexander was still the last person to touch it. You expressly forbade anyone touching this room, so you would always have this room that was just Alexander’s. It was still a mess, like always. Your eyes caught a piece that didn’t have Alexander’s scribblings all over it. It only had your name in the most elegant script you had ever seen in the center with the Hamilton family seal in bright red wax just underneath, holding it closed. It was from your husband, you just knew it. As you carefully reached your hand towards the letter, you blinked and it almost looked as if it had faded from view, just like Alexander had done in your dreams over the past few weeks. But, your tired eyes were playing tricks on you, the letter coming back into focus. Grabbing it quickly before you thought it would disappear again, you held it close to your heart. After taking a moment, with shaky hands, you break the three month old piece of wax. You gently open the last piece of correspondence that your beloved husband had written you.

My dearest Y/N,

You are just leaving the room heading back to bed after trying to get me to join you. I can not tell you hard it was to deny you of your request, especially if I am not able to return to you, my darling.

If I don’t, please don’t waste your precious time mourning my passing. Even though I am gone, I will always be with you. When darkness comes and tries swallow your sweet, bright light, I will light the night with stars, hear me whisper to you in the dark to bring you back to the light where you belong. Please know that I am never far away, I am always in your heart to guide you. I know that the path after this, if I don’t make it, will feel lonely and ragged. But along with our children and our dearest sister, Angelica, my love with surround you like a crimson robe, filling you with warmth, giving you comfort and make you look like the queen you are. You are the queen of my heart. Even though, I had made mistakes and forsake you, my love for you will
always be an all-consuming fire. Yes, my love, I will always burn for you. I implore you one last time, my one and only true love, please, do not cry for me. It will cause my soul grief to have to watch.

Loving you for forever,

Yours and only yours,

Alexander

You read the letter over and over again, crying, even though, beyond the grave, your one love begs you not to. As his words flow over you, your resolve begins to harden. He didn’t want this for you. He didn’t want you to be remembered as his weeping widow. Legacy. The one thing, besides you, that he had always wanted was to leave a legacy that would be remembered. You decide, here and now, that you would pick up your husband’s mantle. You would do everything in your power to protect his legacy, to tell his story. You gently fold the precious letter and place it in the locket that Alexander had given you.

“I saw it in the shop and I just had to get it for my darling Y/N.” He whispered in your ear as he clasped the locket around your neck. You turn round in in embrace so he can see it. The smile on his face grew wider. He lifts his hand to your face to caress your cheek, “It suits you.”

Another memory, this time a happy one, comes to mind. You find yourself smiling, really smiling, for the first time in months. You finally begin to feel alive again.

Hours later, you hear Angelica and the children start to come home for the day. You race downstairs to greet them. They all stop in shock when you come barreling towards them with a pep in your step and a smile on your face. You wrap your arms around your sister first. “Y/N, are you alright?” she asks, gently wrapping her arms around you like you were a porcelain doll, ready to crack at any moment. You pull back, smiling, then turn and start loving on each of your children. You look at each of them and you see the bits of Alexander in each of them. Alexander Junior had his eyes, John had his nose, James had his dimples, William had his chin, Little Angie had his mischievous grin, and Baby Philip, oh, he was spitting image of him.

After sending them to play, you are left alone with your sister. “Y/N, what happened? Don’t get me wrong, I am so happy that you aren’t mourning anymore. But, what changed?” She held both of your hands in hers. You gently pulled them away. “I finally realized that how I have been behaving is not what Alexander would have wanted for me. He would want to me to live my life, not waste my time on tears. I am ready to pick up where he left off.”

And you did. You spend hours going through all of his writing. You interview anyone who had been at his side, from soldiers that fought with him in the Revolutionary War to the other politicians who had been with him or against him. You rally and stand against slavery and support all of Alexander’s causes. Knowing that Alexander, not only wanted his story told but those he surrounded himself with, you petition for funds for a monument to be raised in George Washington’s honor. You spend the rest of your time on this earth trying to make sure that the name Alexander Hamilton and all he did for the great country he helped create would not be forgotten. You always felt like there was something more you could do but you always felt that if Alexander had survived, he would have done a much better job than you did.

50 years after Alexander’s death….

You are lying in bed, surrounded by your remaining children, Alexander Junior, James, John, Eliza, and Little Philip. You tell them that you loved them all dearly and to never forget you or their father and to always tell his story. “It’s almost finished, Mom. I promise to tell his story.” John told you, holding your hand. You smile, and as you look up from his eyes, off in the distance, you see an ethereal figure walking toward you. As it gets closer, you slowly begin to start noticing things. Dark, flowing hair, warm brown eyes, and the gentle smile of your beloved husband. “My Alexander.”

“Yes, Mom?” Alexander Junior asks but you don’t respond to him. Your eyes fixated just beyond the foot of your bed, past your children. Alexander stretched out his hand for you to come with him. You smile, sigh and close your eyes.

You open them and take his hand. As you look at your hand in his, yours is no longer the withered, fragile hand of an 97 year old woman. It looks like it did way back in 1804, the year Alexander passed. He looks exactly as he did that morning of the duel. “My one love, you told my story.” He grinned his small, shy smile that only you got to see. “No, I told our story.”

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TWO OF MY FAVORITE AU CHARACTERS ARE ABOUT TO HAVE A SHOWDOWN.

So here is an obligatory fanart. :D

Error!Sans © @loverofpiggies

Core!Frisk © @dokudoki

  • me: *posts a thing on AO3*
  • me: *waits ten minutes and sees 0 kudos or comments*
  • me: oh god, nobody likes it!
  • me: it's been so long since i've written in this fandom, i've lost their voices!
  • me: i've brought dishonor on me, i've brought dishonor on my family, i've brought dishonor on my cow!
  • me: *calms down and goes to take a bath, determined not to look at AO3*
  • me: *fortifies with rum and pringles*
  • me: *brings phone to tub to check AO3 anyway*
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So a few days ago I finally reached 1000 followers. I know - a thousand. Wow. What an amazing feat.

But I have to say, I never thought I’d ever reach this amount of followrs ever again. And I know a lot of the people who follow me probably don’t care about me personally, but there are still some people I would like to say thank you to, and show some appreciation for following me and inspiring me, and for being just, awesome people. :)

+ if you’re in bold, then you mean more than you could possibly know, and you have made me the person that I am today.

A-M:

@a-beautiful-mind-wf001​ / @adaxtra / @aimlesscripts​ / @alex-mahone@alexanderhamllton / @ameliasosa / @amindamazed​ / @ardent-reviewer / @arithmadick​ / @army-of-bee-assassins​ / @aromanticwalter​ / @aspiestvmusings​ / @awriterincowboyboots​ / @banannabethchase / @beanarie​ / @bisexualsmagnus@bluespeckledegg​ / @bulletproofbell​ / @calired98@captainsassy / @cassidyfuckingchase​ / @cckia27​ / @chimeraculous@clarysdizzy / @coffeeorotherwise​ / @codeninenine / @dahlingplease​ / @danhowellz@darrancriss / @delicatelyglitteryperson​ / @dramatictendency​ / @edenofalltrades​ / @elizabethmacmillans / @empiricallyspeakingholmeswatson / @faleronofkingsreach​ / @fangirlheartbeatsundercoats​ / @fyeahscorpion​ / @gothsmoak​ / @gravitywon​ / @happiestquinn / @happyfuckingquinn@happyquinncurtis / @happyquinns@happyquinntobycurtis@hoffnungswolke / @iamjustbeth​ / @in-the-mind-of-ella​ / @insertcoolnamelater​ / @jeroncassianandor / @jimparscns​ / @joaneuglassiawatson​ / @jugheadjoned / @juliana-ravenclaw​ / @lancedinah​ / @lattelibrapunk​ / @laurelwinchester​ / @littlesciencebabies​ / @livingwithashipname / @lostandhufflepuff​ / @melvester / @mightyloveoak​ / @mirkwood-meriwether / @miss-addler​ / 

N-0/9:

@northerngirlchild / @notastupidape​ / @obriensdineen / @oddlycas / @ofmindandmagic@paigedinneen / @pervincetosscobble / @polymathmagnus​ / @preludes-and-reflections​ / @qualitykissdoc@queenhap / @quinntiss​ / @quintessentiallyscorpion / @quintiss @raredelightfulloveoak / @redxluna / @sarcasticasian​ / @scorpion-life​ / @scorpion-nerdherd / @scorpionedit​ / @screamfan1234​ / @scribeshan@secondearthling / @secret-pieces / @seelybooths​ / @sheisagenius@sherlockvowsontheriverstyx / @soontobeauthor@southernbookgirl / @starryari​ / @suchaprince / @sydmarch / @tali-dinozzo-david@tesnea / @thebadassromanoff​ / @themadnerdwithahat / @tobiasmquinn​ / @tobyfreakincurtis / @tobyquinns / @together-we-are-a-cyclone​ / @together-we-are-scorpion@tomcrown1 / @tomlinson2017​ / @wallyandpatty / @weasley–girl / @webuiltthepyramids / @whataboutateakettle@whattarush / @whatthehellisaquintis / @09stephe​ / 

☕️(Ô˚Ô )🍩 THANKS, FRIENDS!

Your continued support through fanart or comments motivates and inspires me to keep drawing; that, along side how healing and meditative it is to draw, are the sole and best reasons I have to keep drawing every day!! 😙💨💖

This post goes out to those who’ve shown support through sacrificing their hard earned pennies on my behalf, so I’m financially able to continue doing what I love!

🌟THANK YOU:

MMMMM SOUL FOOD… 💔

BRUH @hathawkesquawk Thanks for the coffee my dude!! I SAW YOU REBLOG A COUPLE OF MY THINGS, AND CAN I SAY?? YOUR COMMENTS ARE SO CHARMING HAHAHHA! They made me so damn happy broh!! X’D I love how ecstatic you are with the way you type, it’s so fueling!!! XDDD <3




✨🍩 DONUT(SSS) MORE LIKE! 🍩✨

I don’t know what more can be said, @glitterypeachlover! You’ve been unfathomably supportive of me and others, churning out gift art and support in countless forms!! I honest to goodness don’t know how you manage it, but you do, and you’re a clear beacon of radiant cheer and motivation for all to soak up and plug through hard times. Thank you for your strong helping hand in this amazing community, Peachy pie!



oh, shucks. STOP IT, YOU! 💕

I DON’T KNOW WHO YOU ARE. BUT I WILL FIND YOU. AND I WILL HUG YOU.


WOW! WELCOME ABOARD, MY LITTLE PLEDGER! ✌️

It’s rare when I get support on Patreon, and it’s my biggest source of income, so your pledge there means a helluva ton to me! Thank you from the deepest pits of my heart’s chasms!!! 


HAHAHA I was hoping to have replied to you before we spoiled it for each other, but I recognized your typing right away.

And, @kaweii, OMB I love you. We spend every day, morning till night, on the same canvas just drawing, watching movies, working on commissions, talking– It ain’t a long list of activities, and it looks mundane to read it, but each one of those things are so important and every day feels like an adventure with you.

I’ve told you once before and I’ll tell you again, that I haven’t woken up every day, EXCITED to get out of my bed, until you came around.

We’re an ocean apart but I’ve got ya in my heart, in my soul, and hopefully hand in hand someday soon! See ya back on the canvas, sorry I’ve been quiet so long but this post took some time to put together!


And Finally,

Thank you again to everyone who’s following; all 1,641 of you! Your comments, be it on asks, reblogs, replies, or hashtags, I always look forward to them every time I post. You’re a basket of precious cinnabuns fresh from heaven’s oven and I look forward to our future, celebrating the unity & friendship Undertale’s brought us! Thanks, Toby! Thank you everybody!