bored bored bored so i wrote this

my favorite blanket just came out of the dryer, and i dont care how hot it is outside or how many aliens are invading, im gonna go have a Warm Blanket Nap and nobody can stop me

Hey to all those people telling people “ it’s not so bad, just power through the cramps” when they're on their period because it’s not an excuse to miss school/work etc.!

I had bad cramps today, but I tried to “power through it” and went to class anyways, even though my grandmother had to drive me because I couldn’t walk to the bus.

I tried to “power through it” when I started to feel like I was going to throw up in the middle of my lecture, leaving to take a walk outside in the cold to try and clear my head, even though walking made my right side feel as though it was being ripped in two.

I tried to “power through it” when I started getting cold sweat all over my body, taking off my sweater and then putting it back on two seconds later because my body couldn’t decide if it was hot or cold.

 I tried to “power through it” when spots started to appear in my vision, and just kept walking towards the exit.

I tried to “power through it” when I started to dry heave, and started walking faster.

I tried to “power through it” when my ears started ringing and the spots took over my vision and I was so so hot but shivering and my side felt on fire and twisted into knots and stabbed all at once.

I tried to power through it to the point where I collapsed in the middle of my college hallway. A stranger brought me to Outreach Services, where I lay on the floor, vomiting, for an hour until somebody could pick me up and take me home.

The school paramedics told me that I had passed out because I put too much stress on my already taxed body. My body was taxed because of hormonal fluctuations and blood loss aka my period.

Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. In the past when I’ve had cramps like this, I’ve stayed in bed and eaten strawberries and watched MASH all day.

So don’t you DARE tell me that you should “power through the cramps and do it anyways”. Powering through made me pass out. Powering through made me have to be wheeled out of the school in a wheelchair because I couldn’t keep my balance to walk. Powering through made my grandmother with osteoporosis and a tendency to panic have to come pick me up from school and help me up the stairs and almost break her hip when I started to collapse backwards on the front steps. Powering through made my 13 year old brother have to supervise me while I took a bath because I was afraid I would pass out and drown (he was super sweet about it actually; we closed the curtain and he read me Voyage of the Dawn Treader). Powering through made my mother who works to support our family pretty much on her own have to take time off work to come home and make sure I was okay.

In conclusion; If someone feels crappy because of their period cramps, leave them alone. Don’t make them do things anyways, because you might make it worse. And definitely don’t make them feel bad for not wanting to do things because of cramps; that’s the reason I even got out of bed this morning. Be nice to people on their period. Possibly buy them chocolate or painkillers. Nut don’t make them do things when they have cramps, and definitely don’t tell them “it’s nothing, power through” because cramps? Cramps can be one of the worst things you could possibly imagine.

Seriously. Fuck you all.

Questions for gif-makers.

  1. What are your top 3 favorite sets you’ve made
  2. What is your least favorite set you’ve made
  3. Which of your sets has the most notes
  4. A set that flopped but deserved better
  5. What is your favorite movie/TV show to gif
  6. What is your least favorite movie/TV show to gif
  7. Who are your top 3 gif makers
  8. What gif trend do you hate
  9. What/who inspired you to start making gifs
  10. What was the first gif you ever posted
  11. What is that one set you made that just won’t die
  12. What is the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever giffed
  13. Where or from whom did you learn how to gif
  14. How long does it usually take you to make a set
  15. Have you ever had gifs stolen and reposted
  16. How long have you been making gifs
  17. 10 sets, 8 sets, 6 sets? How many gifs to you prefer in a set
  18. For the aesthetic, for the laughs, or for the feels what your preference
  19. What is your gifting process like
  20. Mac or PC
  21. PSDs or original coloring for each gif
  22. What fandom/movie/show/person etc do you gif the most
  23. What is the thing you gif when you don’t have anything else you want to gif
  24. 480p 720p 1080p? What is the minimum quality you’ll gif from 
  25. Old dimensions or new dimensions and why
  26. How many un posted sets are in your drafts right now
  27. Have you ever made a set, decided you hated it and deleted it? What was it
  28. Have you ever posted a set, regretted it and immediately deleted it
  29. Have you ever posted a set, realized you made a mistake later but it was already too late
  30. How frequently do you like to post
  31. Do you schedule/queue posts or do you post right after you’re done
  32. What is your favorite tool/adjustment layer in Photoshop
  33. Do you like to/can you make edits and graphics too or only gifs
  34. A set that took you a long time/was really hard but you’re really proud of how it came out
  35. Do you change your giffing style a lot or do you have a set routine
  36. Do you gif with something specific in mind or do you just wing it
  37. What sets if any do you have planned to make in the future
  38. What are you really excited to gif that isn’t out yet
  39. How often, if ever, do you delete old sets that you don’t like anymore
  40. Why do you make gifs
  41. What is your least favorite part about your gif making process
  42. How is your gif folder organized? Is it organized at all?
  43. Do you keep videos forever or delete them once you’re done giffing
  44. Ever had a gif become a meme? Would you like that if you haven't 
  45. Ever gotten hate over a set
  46. Ever gotten a really sweet compliment over a set
  47. Any advice for novice gif makers/people who want to start making gifs
  48. How would you describe your giffing style
  49. How much would you say you’ve improved since you first started giffing
Evie and Dizzy headcanons

+ The moment Dizzy sets foot in Auradon, she’s attached to Evie’s hip. She cries and thanks her, knowing Evie is the one who got her off the Island.

+ At first Evie doesn’t let Dizzy out of her sight, convincing Ben to add a third bed to the room she shares with Mal.

+ Dizzy becomes Evie’s assistant, helping with all her dress orders. She also helps with styling hair. Dizzy starts her own accessory line that goes hand in hand with Evie’s 4 Hearts.

+ Once Evie learns how Harry treated Dizzy, she has a few choice words for the reforming pirate. Dizzy, bless her little soul, forgives him with a hug and a kiss to the cheek that surprises the older teenagers. Dizzy personally helps with making sure Harry stays on the straight and narrow.

+ Evie provides Dizzy with daily singing lessons, even allowing Carlos and Jay to show her some of their more extreme dance moves.

+ When Dizzy asks about Cinderella and her descendants, Evie is very reluctant to introduce her to Chad.

+ Evie only does so because she can’t say no to Dizzy. Evie’s surprised to see just how kind Chad is to Dizzy after a few meetings.

+ That doesn’t mean she leaves Dizzy alone with Chad. Evie is there for every meeting to make sure Chad behaves.

+ Dizzy notices the way Evie and Harry begin to dance around each other once Harry shows improvement. She takes it upon herself to make sure they see the Light and get their Happily Ever After.

+ Everyone loves Dizzy. So it’s not surprise that they all want her attention, causing Evie to get a bit jealous. Dizzy assures her that Evie will always be her favorite. No matter what.

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“Look at me. (Y/N), look at me right now!” Tate raised his voice. My vision is clouded by the build up of tears. I glance up at Tate. His eyes darker than the darkest of darks. He makes the gesture of placing his hand against my cheek but I flinch away in fear.

“Tate,” I hesitate on my words due to the amount of restraining from crying I’m containing. “I-”

“I love you too.” he says almost instantly.

“Yes, Tate, I love you but I have to go-”

“No, (Y/N), please. Don’t leave me. Please stay. Stay with me,” he begs. Once again making the gesture to caress my face, I give in and trust him. He brushes his lips against mine. “Tate, I don’t have a choice. I’m sorry, I have to go…” a tear slipped from my eye and dropped onto Tate’s shirt. He shook his head from side to side. He shoves his hand into the pocket of his jeans and pulls out a bottle of prescription drugs and a plastic bag of another substance of drugs. I narrow my eyebrows. He nervously pops the bottle open and spills the pills into his hand.

“We can be together forever. Just you and me. In this house forever. We can grow old together and be happy-”

“You want us to commit suicide?” Yes, the idea has come across my mind quite frequently and I’ve attempted it once before but I never actually wanted it to be intentional. I really do love Tate and I don’t want to leave him here. He is the darkest light in my darkness. As much as that doesn’t make sense, it’s true. I’m attracted to the darkness and that’s what he is. I’m scared of him. He scares me and I love him for it. He’s a psychopath and I’m crazy in love with him. I’m crazy for him as he is for me. “Yeah, you know what? Okay, I’ll do it.” I nodded my head and took the bag from his hands. His nervous smile turned into a smile that was unexpected for him. A real smile.

“I’ll run the bath…” I notified him and left the room. Stepping foot outside of my bedroom and bolted down the hall and down the stairs as fast as I could.

“MOM!” I’m panicking. “DAD! WHERE ARE YOU?!” I’m running and I’m panting. My lungs feel as if they’re shrivelling up as my breathing becomes hitched. I bust through the front door and struggle to open the gate that guides the house. I make a run for it down the street. “SOMEBODY HELP!” I run and I-

“(Y/N),” Tate sighs. I look around. I’m back in my room.

“What the hell?” I rush back downstairs and through the front door, leaving the house again.

“(Y/N)!” Tate says my name once more as I find myself back in the house.

“No, no, no!” I try to leave again. I come back. I leave again. I end up back at the house. “This can’t be happening, Tate, what the hell did you do?!” I’m out of breath from sobbing and attempting to run away. I need to leave. I try once more.

Making yet another exit from the house a pair of hands violently grasps my arm and strongly pins me to the wall. Before I got the chance to scream a hand is placed upon my mouth. I breathe heavily and scream as loud as I could even with my mouth closed shut. Scared to death, my chest raises up and down at a rapid speed as my heart thumbs loudly against it.

“Shh, shh,” I’m shaken and shoved up against the wall at an even stronger force. “(Y/N), it’s okay it’s just me.” Tate removed his hand from my mouth.

“DON’T FUCKING SCARE ME LIKE THAT!” I roughly pressed my hands against his chest and pushed him off of me. I leaned my back up on the all and slowly let myself fall to the floor. I begin to hyperventilate while crying hysterically. “Why do I keep running around like a crazy person? And why can’t I leave?” I look up at Tate who has a look on his face I’ve never seen before and that was sorrow. He’s never felt anything until I came along. I’ve made him feel something. Emotions. Emotions he’s never been able to express or feel before. Barely being able to see his eyes, blocked by his messy blonde locks, his build up with tears

“I’ve been trying to tell you but-”

“Tell me WHAT?!” I stand up defensively.

“Th-that-”

“What is it, Tate? Spit it out. Don’t bullshit me.” I push him again.

“Come.” Tate takes my hand and clenches it tight. He guides me down to the basement, through some doors, and down the halls. It’s dark and I’m exhausted. “Tate, where are you taking me?” I asked him, terrified. He stopped and pointed to a ditch that his flashlight shined on.

“Is that?… Is that me?!” I gasp and cover my mouth with my hand. I glanced down at my decomposing body, disgusted and in disbelief, I began to panic again. “No, no!” I cried. Tate made it his duty to comfort me. I pushed him away once again.

“What the hell happened, Tate? Did you drug me or something? I don’t remember dying!” I yell at him, consumed with rage.

“No, (Y/N) of course not! You attempted suicide and took too many pills. I tried to save you. I dragged you into the tub with me and made you puke some out but it was no use. It was too late.” Tears fell from Tate’s eyes. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you.”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? That I had died?”

“I don’t know… I thought it’d be better if we died together. So you wouldn’t feel alone.” Tate shrugged his shoulders and sniffled. We walked back upstairs in silence.

“So, looks like I’m not going anywhere…” I gave him a weak smile. “And I guess I’m stuck with you in this house forever.” The weak smile turned into a smirk. He chuckled and smirked back at me.

“Tate,” I said.

“Yes?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?” He says, obviously confused.

“Attempting to save my life.” I said making unbreakable eye contact with him. We stood there for a moment. “Because I know saving lives isn’t exactly what you do…”

“I tried. I really did. I care about your feelings more than I care about mi-”

“Don’t say that, Tate. My life wasn’t going to be worth living anyways. I had nothing going for me. All I had was-”

“You.” Tate and I said at the same time. I nodded and smiled as my cheeks flushed red.

Tate brushed my hair behind my ear and pressed his lips to mine. He kisses me ever so softly and passionately. Running my hands through his hair, I kiss him back. Tate’s hands ghost down my body and up my shirt. His hands against my skin caused chills down my spine.

“You’re the only light I’ve ever known.” Tate pulls away for a splint second to pierce those words into my skull with his lips and the black holes that are his eyes staring back at me. Without saying a word, my eyes said everything for him to comprehend. I loved him and he loved me. There was no escaping one another.

Tate playfully throws me onto my bed. He hovers over me and kisses me hard. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down. I tug on the collar of his shirt as I kiss him roughly.

“You make me a little less miserable.” He says with a smirk.

  • erwin: you know, somebody once told me
  • hange: that the world was going to roll me?
  • erwin: well uh no not really
  • hange: well, i ain't the sharpest tool in the shed
  • moblit: squad leader, NO
  • hange: WELL, THE YEARS START COMING
Intentions

Azriel and Nesta have a chat about Elain.

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“What are your intentions with Elain?”

Azriel lowered the biscuit he was about to munch on and stood from where he crouched before the cupboard to find Nesta standing next to him, hands on hips and face revealing nothing.

“Oh, hello Nesta, umm… sorry what?” He asked carefully.

“What are your intentions with Elain? You two seem to be getting rather close and I want to be sure she won’t get hurt.” She stated very matter-of-factly.

Azriel let what she said sink in before responding. “Don’t you think it’s up to Elain where the relationships in her life go?”

“She’s been hurt before.” She said bluntly.

“I know.”

“And it wrecked her.”

“I know. But she recovered from that. She’s stronger than you give her credit for.” He eyed her warily.

“I know,” her eyes softened and cast downwards before she took a breath and faced him again. “I just regret not stepping in sooner with Greyson. I don’t want to make the same mistake again, so I’m asking you what your intentions are.”

This softened Azriel enough to answer her. “I will be whatever Elain needs me to be. I like her… very much. But if she just wants a friend, I will be that, for her. I would never hurt her intentionally, I can promise you that.”

This drew a minuscule smile to Nesta’s lips, “thank you” she uttered before she nodded and turned to leave. Just as she reached the door Azriel spoke up again.

“what are your intentions with Cassian?” He asked with a mischievous smile.

Nest turned to look at him with raised brows before finally letting out a proper smirk of her own “Now those are certainly not as pure as yours.”

Azriel only snorted as she left him to rummage through the cupboard for more biscuits.

Perfect Strangers (M)

Moodboard : Sex in black and white x Stranger Jackson

Title : Perfect Strangers

Words : 1561 

Author : Myself

Genre : Smut, MATURE

Warning : Cursing, Oral sex, explicit.

Summary : Boring parties lead to not so boring encounters. You end up spending the night with a stranger you met there, and it’s anything but dull.

AN : It’s pretty random, I don’t even know why I wrote this lol don’t judge me. Also, I dedicate this to all the thirsty Jackson stans out there. 

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It’s crazy. You’re not somebody who likes doing this, and even more since you’re sober.

But this guy is incredible.

This post-exam party had been boring from the beginning. Your best friend had let you alone to hook up with some fuckboy and it had been not so exciting from there. You were alone and except from the weird creeps trying to flirt with you, nothing was coming your way.

But him. This cute guy who was looking for his friend only found you in the huge house, and you spoke for hours before you both decided you needed more than casual talks and cheap alcohol.

So you had invited him to your place, which was close to the party, and after a lot of foreplay -which was absolutely awesome- you were now completely naked on your bed, while he was showing you how deep his desire towards you was.

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Pack My Heart With Your Casettes

Her fingers lightly strummed on the golden strings, and she watched them vibrate. Max hummed lightly under her breath, legs crossed, and glanced out the window. Raindrops raced one another down the glass against a cool grey backdrop. She stopped playing and watched for a moment. She always watched the rain, because Billy used to. He would sit there for hours on quiet October days, and she would watch him watch it, and she would feel lonely, because even then when Billy was sweet, he still loved the rain more than her.

Max tore her gaze away and focused instead on Steve. He was on his back reading a comic she’d loaned him, squinting even while wearing his glasses. Max gingerly set the guitar aside and pulled herself off the floor and onto the bed, where she settled at his feet.

Steve pretended to read for another minute or so, before setting the book aside and raising his brows. “Bored?”

“No,” she said, to her own surprise. Sometimes the words just flowed out. “I don’t know. I was just thinking… did you ever wish you had a younger sibling?”

“Only kid sister I’ll ever need is you, Maxine,” he said, grinning stupidly. She felt warm, like she always did when she was with him, and talking with him like this (or with the boys; sometimes she could just be sitting there while they yelled at and over one another, and she would feel love for them like nothing else). She supposed love like that, the kind that came out in random waves, only belonged to those who’d had it bottled up for so long; it was so desperate to escape that it just… well, it just did. And it was sort of terrifying, but sort of wonderful too.

“I’m serious, though.” She picked at the hole in her jeans. “Did you?”

Steve sat up a little and was silent for a moment. She took a moment just then to eye those boxes in the corner; the ones landed CLOTHES and JUNK and STUFF I STOLE FROM JONNY. It was all too much, and it was happening too fast. Why can’t we just watch the rain forever and ever?

“I guess I did, a couple of times,” he shrugged. “I think after a while I realised my life was hard enough. Adding another kid to the mix wouldn’t help anything with my parents, it’d only make it worse.”

Max nodded. “I always wanted a big brother,” she said, and then her cheeks flamed. “I mean… I had Billy after our parents got married, but before then. I thought it’d be pretty cool to have someone…” someone at all. “Then Billy came along and ruined that.”

“And then I came along,” he added, eyes bright, “and I made it better, right?”

“And now you’re leaving.”

The words were out before she could even think. Steve leaned back. He ran a hand through his hair while she mentally swore at herself and tried to drown the mixed feelings of loss and regret in her chest.

“Max,” he said, his tone not at all harsh (more strained; old, like her dad’s had been—that man had always been tired, but his eyes had been warm; warm and brown, like Steve’s). “I have to go. What else am I supposed to do?”

“Then take me with you,” she offered, hope building within. “Please?”

“Yeah? What about your friends? What about school? What about the fact that my parents aren’t even helping me out with money—I can’t afford to live with anyone else.”

Max bit her lip. It was a stupid idea. “Oh. Right.”

“I’m sorry, kid, I didn’t mean it like that.” He swallowed. “I want you to be happy, you know? I just hope you want the same for me. And I can’t be happy here.”

“Well neither can I!” She found herself standing, heart pounding and fists balled. “I can’t do this anymore! I can’t go to school with those people and pretend like I’m okay! I can’t lose you!”

Steve met her eyes. “I’m not all that you have,” he said.

But I wished for you. “I don’t even have you, now.” Max scooped up her bag and stormed out, ignoring his calls after her, and running when he jumped out of bed. Tears streamed openly down her face. She hated herself, and she hated Billy, and she hated him.

No, she didn’t. She couldn’t ever. But it didn’t matter, because he didn’t love her enough to stick around.

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I don’t know how Tada-nii would react to Hiro dating, because Hiro has never dated.  Huh.  Wonder why.

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(little note, I’m not an ask blog and I usually don’t take requests either >.<  This was just a cute ask I had sitting in my inbox for a really long time, and happened to fit well with something I wanted to draw anyway ^ ^; Thanks for understanding! <3)

“You don’t get it!” Yang shouted at her best friend, throwing her hands in the air frantically.

Blake rolled her eyes, took her text book out of her locker and closed it. “You’re right, I don’t,” the girl replied, turning on her heels to face Yang. “Why don’t you just tell her you like her?”

“And ruin everything we have so far?! Blake, I thought you were smart!”

Blake sighed. Her friend seemed to be in distress, but Yang was only doing it to herself. Maybe it was because she didn’t really understand romantic attraction, but people always made a way bigger deal about it then it should be.

The faunus just shrugged. “Or you could get something good out of it. Your call.”

Yang growled and threw a glare her way. “What would I even say, huh? I should just go up to Weiss and tell her how beautiful I think she is? How she makes my heart skip a beat? Maybe I should tell her how her smile always brightens up my day and the reason I’m so distracted during our cram sessions is because she’s just so stunning. Is that what you want me to say?”

Blake perked up as Yang went on and on about how Weiss had swept her off her feet. Her ears fell flat as soon as she spotted a certain trademark color scheme right behind Yang. “Uh… Yang?”

“No, I’m not done yet! You’re going to suffer now, too!” the blonde exclaimed, all the while making gestures with her hands. “How about… Your lips look so soft and kissable? No, that’s probably too forward for Weiss. I should go back to rambling about how perfect she is to me.”

Yang looked over to see if her best friend was still listening. Blake seemed a bit distracted, but she didn’t think any of it yet. “Do you know I get weak in the knees near her, Blake? I literally have to force myself not to fall to the ground every time she just looks at me. Which remind me, her eyes are so beautiful, but the only thing I can think of is that I could drown in them and that seems really cliché.” Yang sighed, looked at her feet in silence and then looked back up when her best friend didn’t reply at all.

“Are you even listening, Blake?” the blonde grumbled. “I’m here confessing my undying love for someone else because I’m too chicken and–” Blake pointed behind Yang with a worried look and she finally caught on. “–Oh my god, she’s behind me, isn’t she?”

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Going Home - sansaclegane - A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin [Archive of Our Own]
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By Organization for Transformative Works

“Sandor!” Sansa called. She was pacing anxiously in the foyer. “We were supposed to leave for Robb and Jeyne’s twenty minutes ago!”

Upstairs, Sandor was grinding his teeth together. Stupid fucking plastic shit, he thought, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. This is shoddy craftsmanship. Carefully, he snapped the last piece of the play set together and sighed.

“Coming, babe!” Sandor called back. He picked up the completed play set and headed down the stairs. When he saw Sansa, his heart gave a small flutter. She was absolutely gorgeous in a royal blue sleeveless dress that landed just above the knee. She was beautiful. Too beautiful for me, Sandor thought.

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“Sometimes life has a cruel sense of humour, giving you the thing you always wanted at the worst time possible.” ― Lisa Kleypas

Prussia Reading Brothers Grimm ~ Official Art in Color [x]

I had a dream where Matt and Alex were sitting together on a couch in an open area. The era was late eycte and Alex was smoking, when Matt took the cigarette (I think it was actually a blunt?) from between his lips and told him he should quit. Since Alex is always a brat in my dreams he blew the smoke on Matt’s face as an answer. Instead of snapping and scolding him Matt just took a drag of Alex’s cigarette(blunt) still between his fingers and held his jaw to pull him closer and give him those shotgun kisses where you blow smoke into the other’s mouth. Then Alex somehow crawled onto his lap and they began kinda playing with the smoke  really close to each other’s lips and Alex’s hand cupping Matt’s neck. I woke up before they could actually kiss but I was blessed with a legit Mattlex dream.

  • what she says: im fine :-)
  • what she means: how dARE they put johnny depp as gellert grindelwald. how FUCKINGN DARE TJEM. he's a lying abusive dick who beat his wife multiple times and then scared her to death and discredited her for trying to speak out??? HE SHOULDN'T HAVE A FRICCKING CAREER ANYMORE??? WTF?? -not to mention that he's not even that good, like i dont even like him as an actor anymore but that's just my opinion whatever- BUT SHIT SERIOUSLY??? like grindeldore is my otp. i love grindelwald as a character- i see him as reckless and utilitarian but not purely evil, I think he's such an intense and interesting character and not at all the usual villain- i think the new movies were SUCH AN OPPORTUNITY FOR THEM TO MAKE HIM LOOK AND FEEL intense and interesting BUT theY ended up choOSING THAT GANGSTER-LIKE PIECE OF CRAP????? WHY?? i feel personally hurt. jo fucking rowling i don't trust you anymore. istg this is the last time you fuck with me. yall david yates and whoever tf idk don't know shit about harry potter. i dont even want to see these movies what am i doing why am i wasting my money
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Do not liSTEN TO THIS SONG while picturing Will and Nico because you’ll probably end up staying up super late drawing them making DUMB TWITTERPATTED FACES AT EACH OTHER LIKE I DID.

I AM SLAIN, GOODNIGHT.

Art by me
~Saber