We are children. My dad calls me to go outside with him to help fix the car. He needs me to find him a wrench in the garage. The garage is always filled with spiders and he knows I’m afraid. My brother is not. He’s inside playing video games. He doesn’t have to help look. He never has to help look. “You’re better at finding things.”
Practice makes perfect.
Mija, serve your brother.
My maternal grandma comes up to visit. The house is still a mess. I juggle honors classes, caring for the baby, caring for my brother, the bulk of the chores. Something had to give. My grandma looks at the house and then at me. “I could just beat you!” She growls. Nothing is said to my brother.
Later, she is helping make dinner. She brought a chicken and wants to show me how to cut it properly. I don’t want to. I’m tired from all the cleaning. She threatens to kick me. My mother says nothing about it. Just “You’ll have to learn to cook for when you have a husband!” My brother continues to play with his toys.
I drop my honors classes.
Mija, serve your brother.
We’re in high school now. The washing machine has broken. It’s been broken for weeks. We’ve run out of money and can’t afford to go to the laundromat. My dad arranges for his sister to pick us up and take us to his parents house so we can use their washer.
I’ve done my own laundry since I was 12. I wash, dry, and fold and then put them in my hamper. I then decide to go on a walk. I come back hours later. “Thanks for leaving me with all the work!” My mother snaps. My brother is playing with our cousin.
I will not serve my brother. He can serve himself.
I put myself through college. I want a STEM degree. My days revolve around homework, notes, clubs, work. I no longer have time for all the housework. I will not sacrifice my education, my glimmer of a chance out of this nightmare.
My brother lives on Youtube. He stays on Netflix until the sun rises. He is glued to the couch with the Playstation controller in his hands. Dishes are crusty. The laundry goes undone. The trash piles.The cat shits behind the chair because the litter is too dirty. He doesn’t want to pull his weight around the house.
Treat me like your personal dog watcher? You can find another place to stay.
Sorry, this might be kinda long. TL;DR at the end.
My sister came home to visit this weekend. She went to college in a town two hours away and liked it so much she stayed there after graduating, but she still comes home to visit sometimes. She always brings her dog, but she has to stay in a kennel in my room because our house is very small and my room is the only place to put the kennel, but she can’t roam the house because we have three cats that are terrified of her whenever she’s here.
This morning I wake up to the dog barking and whining and realize my sister isn’t in the room. I check on the dog and see that my sister gave her a stuffed dinosaur that the cats like to play with, and she’s ripped it to shreds, stuffing everywhere. My sister is in the bathroom, so I knock on the door and tell my her she needs to clean it up if she doesn’t want her dog to eat it like she has before (and that resulted in a $1600 vet bill my dad had to pay for) and I go back to sleep.
I wake up a couple hours later to more barking and whining. My sister’s car is gone, and the dinosaur is still all over the kennel. I pick it up because I don’t want her to get another bowel obstruction, and call my sister to find out where she went, as I suspected that she had gone off with her friends, but she says she’s just getting gas and will be home in 15 minutes. She says don’t worry about taking the dog out to go potty, because she did that before she left and the dog should be good for a while.
An hour later my sister is still gone, and the dog is whining and scratching on her kennel floor. I don’t want to clean up a mess in my room, so I take her outside. When I come back in, my mom says she called my sister, who said she’s with her friends a few towns away. Exactly as I thought! Mom said my sister’s excuse was that she couldn’t ask me to watch the dog because I was sleeping, so just left, but that she’d pay me when she got home. This isn’t the first time my sister has done this, and it’s gotten old real fast. It would be one thing if her dog respected me and listened to me, but I’m not her master (mistress? Let’s just say owner). The dog doesn’t listen to any commands I give her, and frequently tries to pull me across the street to visit the dogs over there. It’s a hassle every time I have to take her out. Did I mention my sister lives with her boyfriend who is part owner of the dog, and she could leave her with him when she comes to town.
Now comes the revenge. My mom and I had a long talk about my sister and her total lack of respect for us and our house. (She comes home saying she wants to spend time with the family but then we don’t ever see her.) My mom decides she’s had enough. Do we bring the cats when we come to her town, and leave them for her to take care of while we do other things? No. Do we come stay with her and leave a mess? No. We never stay the night with her ever, because we respect her space, or lack thereof. We aren’t running a hotel or a kennel service. It’s not my dog, it’s not my responsibility to look after her. It’s not my job to make her bed to be ready when she gets here, just because that bed is in my room. It’s not our job to gather the things she leaves behind when she goes back home to her town, and bring them to her. I suggested an intervention but my mom had other ideas. As of now, my sister isn’t allowed to come home anymore. If she comes to town, she has to find someplace else to stay and someone else to watch her dog. If she wants to do something with us, we’ll make arrangements. Otherwise she has to stay somewhere else, or we will come see her in her town when we have a reason.
TL;DR: my sister is an inconsiderate jerk and my parents and I are sick of it, so she’s not allowed to come home anymore and has to stay somewhere else when she’s in town.
Hufflepuff: Most hufflepuffs like animals such as rabbits, fish, or hamsters, though a few like to have animals that usually would hate each other, like having a dog and a cat, or a snake and a mouse. Really, hufflepuffs like pets that will love you and let you love them.
Gryffindor: Gryffindors are all over dogs. Small dogs, big dogs, easily frightened dogs, and fierce dogs. Obviously there are exceptions, (gryffindors are particularly fond of magical creatures) but overall, gryffindors like dogs.
Slytherin: Many slytherins find cats very relatable. An animal that wants affection and attention but is very aloof, prideful, and usually won’t show that want for love? Yes please.
Ravenclaw: Ravenclaws tend to have the ‘strange’ pets, the ones that people don’t have as often. Tropical birds are loved, bearded dragons are welcome, hedgehogs are (carefully) pet, and foxes are practically common. Not to mention the more mythical creatures…
*Inspired by “The History of the whole world, I guess” and “The History of Japan.” I’m gonna put this on every one I do but guys you gotta mentally read this in the voice of Bill Wurtz; that means tone, jingles, sound effects, and all or it is not gonna be as entertaining.*
Welcome back, remember those people we were talking about? Yeah the ones who thought you were a hacker, those people. Let’s say you started liking someone. Y’know like, like like them. What’s that called?
See that purple one? Wow that one looks appealing, let’s take that one. His name is Jumin Han and he’s a Christian!
But that really doesn’t matter cause it only comes into play once. Anyway, surprise! His dad wants to marry a woman. A rich woman. Actually a gold-digging woman. “Why does he want that?” you might ask. I don’t know, good question. Guess he thinks she loves him or something.
Her name is Glam Choi. But Jumin doesn’t like this, cause his dad’s with tons of women all the time and they always break up anyway. “Wow this is stupid. And it sucks,” says Jumin to his cat. Did I mention he has a cat?
“I also have a wife for you,” says Jumin’s dad who’s the chairman of the big company that they own. Yeah they own a big company that’s why gold diggers want him. “oh shit,” Jumin says. So now Jumin has a fiance that he doesn’t want and he’s already having trouble processing feelings because you make him feel nice inside. Real nice, y’know?
oh by the way this is that fiance that he doesn’t want
So now Jumin and his dad are fighting. Well not like fighting fighting, they just..aren’t..on..good terms. Jumin’s not only trying to juggle having a sudden fiance that he doesn’t like and having to fight with his dad because of this sudden fiance that he doesn’t like, but now he just realized he has feelings for you. Y’know. Feelings. For you: The
“Hey you,” says that albino guy who’s also in the group, “I had this crazy premonition, your cat is gonna disappear, you should be worried.”
“That’s stupid,” Jumin says, “that’s ridiculous, premonitions aren’t real, fuck this, I’m not listening to you,”
“Hey, you,” says that fiance that Jumin doesn’t want, “love me, aren’t I hot, I can buy my own bags, just marry me cause I’m great”
“Yeah she’s totally great, you should marry her,” says the gold digging woman Jumin’s dad is marrying.
”Yeah you gotta marry her because you’re my son and you need a wife,” says his dad. Yeah his dad basically calls him a lonely loser. Jumin is now completely paranoid that everything will go wrong and that his cat’s gonna get taken so he locks it in a cage.
“Woah,” says Jumin’s assistant, “Guys this is serious, he’s losing his mind, we gotta do something.” So after a not very long discussion they all decide that you need to go and see him.
And so you go and see him-
“You’re not leaving,” Jumin says, “it’s for your safety. Also I like you. But it’s mainly for your safety because of that hacker guy who brought you to our group. So don’t leave. I’m forbidding you.”
You realize that you have to help him and tell him nice things to keep him calm. But then his cat escapes. Shit, now this is gonna get worse. “I know what it is,” Jumin says, “I just couldn’t get over an unrequited love from the past and I was projecting it onto my cat. Now that my cat is gone, I can focus more on you. Now you’re never leaving. Also it’s for your safety.”
You still try to help, but everyone else is really worried about you.
By worried I mean they don’t trust your judgement of the current situation. Jumin’s slowly becoming more obsessive but you’re doing your best to tell him that this shit is gonna smooth over.
It is now the day of the party. Oh yeah did I mention you’re a party coordinator for this group now? Well you are. The hacker issue has been resolved for the most part, the cat has been found, and Jumin’s no longer as obsessive. He’s realized that he just wants to be with you and plans to announce this right in front of everyone at the party. Which consists of his dad and his dad’s new fiance and that fiance for him that he doesn’t want and also the news crew..y’know like the media? There’s a lot of people there.
So he does that! Yay! Sarah, Glam, and Jumin’s dad are kinda pissed at him for that but whatever, now you guys can get married and live together.
Hmm, I was gonna suggest Tweek turning the coffee shop to a cat cafe after you mentioned it. c;
I think they both have sweet spots for animals so Tweek asked his dad for a favor to change the cafe a bit! Richard would do anything for his ‘gay son’ so he changed the cafe, and didn’t add drugs to the coffee anymore. They actually got more customers!
Stripe sometimes joins them while they work, and the cats learn to love the little rascal! It makes both Tweek and Craig to see everyone so happy!
Mods answer your questions!! (σ'∀’)σ*。・゜+.*. I’m Toffee aka @klanceforthesoul and my partner in klance is @anetteloli and here are answers for some of the questions that are for us and not Keith and Lance!.
I don’t read fanfic anymore, for a huge-ass reason I don’t wanna bore you with here but I can recommend some fluff I’ve written?? ( °-°)シ ミ★ ミ☆
Keith moves to Planet Altea to study in his new academy, (which it is Voltron) on the same day that he moved in he decides to explore his new living area when he finds a Blue Cat guy driving wildly a motorcycle. He finds himself in a situation where he’s somehow attracted to him and doesn’t know why until he finally meets him.
(Keep in mind! That this story has strong topics in it.) - HAVE FUN~(๑•̀-•́)و✧ Have fun crying ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
as mentioned above I don’t read fanfic BUT I certainly do write it!!!
All of these are stuff my friend Thunber and I have pictured and talked about in the past xD See, we share a thousands headcanon lol~
I don’t remember how it happened but one time, we ended up saying we wanted to see Hyde with a cat ear hoodie and making cute nya noises at Licht… and then we mentioned the Cheshire cat from Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland, cause we both loved the design and… kajshdkj idk xD
I’ve had these doodles around for a while but I didn’t post them.
i work at an animal shelter and EVERYONE wants a baby. people will come and talk to me in the cat room and be like "i really want a kitten" or "you dont have any babies? when will you get some in?" like im going to pull some out of my ass or like i can order in some cats like we ran out of a size of shirts or something. not to mention i have to remind people they cant touch the cats through the cages when we have signs RIGHT THERE
FFS it doesn’t matter what age they are. They need a home! We found both of my kitties homeless and starving. Cleo was a kitten(not tiny, but not adult yet), but she was damned and determined not to be left behind. I was walking to the gym and she tried following me there. Turned back with her in my arms. Never made it to the gym that day. Midnight came along just before Christmas a year ago. My husband went to the 24/7 Mart walls for some groceries just after Midnight. When he came home he saw an emaciated black cat hiding under a car. He coaxed him out and pet him and lured him into the apartment building so we could feed him. I wasn’t about to let him back out into the cold so he’s with us now. The vet said he was about 2, maybe 3 when we got him. Midnight was neutered already, meaning someone let him outside without a collar and left him to starve. We checked for missing posters for the entirety of last year. There were none. They wrote him off and were probably one of these same assholes that wanted a kitten and he outgrew that. As for Cleo she was far too friendly to be born to a feral mother. We guess her owners realized they didn’t want a pet and left her outside. Again, no collar and no missing posters. She was pretty emaciated too. FUCK PEOPLE! -Abby
Pic of my babies. Fat, happy, and indoor kitties now.
If your still taking prompts then Patton is living with Virge (human AU) and Virge is terrified at having a having a cat cause he thinks he'll hurt the smol thing so Pat adopts one and helps Verge through his anxiety
“Ohhh, Virgil!” Patton sang as he entered the apartment, grin spread widely across his face. “I’ve got a present!”
“What is it?” Virgil asked as he rounded the corner from the bedroom, eyes full of suspicion. Last time Patton had a “present” it was a snapping turtle he picked up off the side of the road.
Patton practically vibrated in place as he presented a tiny calico kitten from behind his back. “Her name is Reese!”
“Uhhh…” Virgil’s eyes went wide as could be, and he took a cautious step backward to get away from the tiny, tiny kitten. “Wh-why did you get a cat?”
“Because you’re always looking at those cute videos of them and pictures and really seem to like cats!” Patton said. “I thought maybe Reese could help you!”
A shrill meow escaped the kitten as she stared around her new surroundings, eyes landing on Virgil. She cried out once more and stared at the floor, so Patton put her down. Reese made a half-jog over to Virgil, who quickly scrambled away from her.
“P-Patton, get her!” Virgil cried, flopping onto the couch.
Patton quickly ran over and scooped the kitten up, confusion written on his face. “What’s the matter? I thought you liked cats?”
“I do,” Virgil said, making poor Pat even more confused. “I’m just…no, it’s stupid.”
“Verge, nothing you can say is stupid,” Patton said, plopping down beside him and restraining Reese gently. “It’s just…what?”
“Well…” Virgil sighed and reached over to pet the kitten, not even touching her for two seconds before retracting his hand. “I just don’t, I just - I don’t wanna accidentally hurt her,” he said. “She’s so small, I-I just don’t want to accidentally, like, squish her or something.”
“Somebody obviously didn’t grow up with cats,” Patton said with a giggle. “I had three as a kid, and literally all three of them had to have had nine lives.”
Virgil snickered and shook his head, claiming it couldn’t have been that bad.
“Oh?” Patton started, taking that as a challenge. “Buster got himself stuck in a window sill, all day, four times. Mittens went through a tumble in the dryer once, not to mention all the times she slept on top of a black car in the middle of summer. And Ramsey…that poor little guy got a fish hook stuck in his lip, fell through the heating grates, flung himself willingly off the porch, and he fought at least five rattlesnakes. All three of them survived.”
“And if you really don’t think cats are magical creatures sent from heaven, look at your lap.”
Virgil furrowed his brow and looked down, jumping when he saw Reese curled up fast asleep. Hesitantly, Virgil put a finger to the top of her head, and his heart completely melted as she pushed her nose into his palm.
“Give her a few weeks and she’ll be the perfect size to play bowling with!”
“Patton, no!” Virgil protectively curled in on top of Reese, covering her as well as he could.
Patton bust out laughing, waking the tiny kitten. “I’m only kidding, promise, promise!” He hopped to his feet and headed towards the kitchen. “I’ll fix some lunch since you’re not gonna be able to get up for a while!”
“Why can’t I get up?” Virgil asked.
Patton shot him a glare. “Don’t you dare move that sweet, precious baby cat!”
Virgil shook his head and snickered, lightly petting Reese with his thumb. “I promise I’ll protect you from his…ideas.”
He knows it’s stupid, but he can’t help it. Anything he loves that will let him lock them away, he will. Which means the ‘bots stay in the lab. FRIDAY barely talks to the returned team. And the cat lives exclusively in Tony’s rooms.
Which rather defeats the point, of course. Jinx is supposed to be there whenever Tony starts to get anxious, whenever he starts to have a panic attack, whenever he gets too wound up and needs to relax before he gives himself another heart attack. Vision, FRIDAY, and Rhodey had been behind the idea, but Tony can’t say he minds the therapy cat.
But he won’t let her around the team, won’t trust the team with her, and of course those are the places where he needs her most often. He does have panic attacks in his rooms, but it’s far more likely for Wanda Maximoff’s magic or Clint’s snide comments or Steve’s sudden moves to set him off.
He solves it by spending most of his time in his lab or in his room, isolated from everyone but a select few FRIDAY knows to let through.
Tony shakily pets down her back. “You’re a good cat, you know that?” He asks. Rhetorical, of course, because he knows she can’t talk back.
But then again, neither can DUM-E or Butterfingers or U, and Tony’s pretty sure he understands them anyways.
She butts her head against his elbow, and he almost manages to smile.
“Yeah, I know.”
He joined whole-team training for the first time today, and as a consequence saw Steve work with the shield he hadn’t wanted to return but had felt pressured into. The world needed Captain America, needed him at his best. And Tony would keep his mouth shut.
He’d made it through almost all of training, despite Rhodey’s, Peter’s, Vision’s, and even Carol’s offers to make his excuses. But Steve had thrown the shield to Bucky, that well-practiced move part of their repertoire, and they had just been standing too close to Tony, and that had been it. Tony thinks he stuttered something about a broken repulsor–a lie, of course, his repulsors take a lot harder hits to break–and made a break for it.
She sprawls across his lap, belly up, and this time Tony does manage to smile before giving her the requested belly-rubs. Unlike Ana Jarvis’ cat from when Tony was small, Jinx will let him pet her for hours, if he needs to. None of the biting him after precisely three strokes business.
The door opens and Tony flinches, and Jinx, perceptive as ever, bats at his hands.
It’s Peter and Vision, though, and Tony does his best to relax. Jinx gives them a thoroughly unimpressed look before deciding she can settle back into Tony’s lap.
“Colonel Rhodes is on his way,” Peter says, pulling his mask off now that they’re in the privacy of Tony’s rooms. “He’s yelling.”
Vision takes over from there. “He’s restructuring the training procedure,” he corrects. “So this will not happen again.”
“Maybe next time Jinx could be there?” Peter suggests.
Tony shakes his head. “No, I…I don’t trust them with her.”
Tony begins petting again, compelled by his pushy cat.
“Can we sit?”
Tony nods, so the couch is filled around him. “We can go back to training just us,” Peter offers.
“How productive is that?” Tony asks rhetorically.
Vision actually answers. “More productive than this, I imagine. If you cannot work with them, then you cannot work with them. We would all understand. We all have our reservations and our problems.”
“But you all do it.”
“They weren’t my friends,” Peter says. “And they didn’t try to kill me.”
The door opens again and Rhodey rolls in, groaning. “I let Carol take over yelling,” he says. “I had more important places to be.”
“You all know they didn’t do anything wrong,” Tony says.
Rhodey rolls his eyes. “Forgive us for being a little mad,” he says dryly.
Jinx moves so she’s sitting in Tony’s lap, then moves up his arm and perches on his shoulder. She’s not a big cat, but Tony still goes a little crooked under the weight. Her tail hits him in the face and he smiles again.
“Movie night?” Rhodey offers. “Carol will probably be up sooner or later, we could order food while we’re waiting.”
There’s no mention of anyone else. For a moment, Tony feels bad, but then the thought of them being in here makes him tense. Jinx butts her head against his.
“I want pizza,” he says, reaching up to pat his cat with one hand and reach for his phone with the other, listening to his friends list their pizza orders.
the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way.“a fortunate stroke of serendipity” synonyms:(happy) chance, (happy) accident, fluke, good luck, good fortune, fortuity, providence; happy coincidence “the consequence of serendipity is sometimes a brilliant discovery”
A/N: Doing laundry yesterday, I listened to this song from Little Big Town. I have had this floating around in my head for the last few months and decided I finally had time to write it and it came easier than I expected. Thank you so much to my bestie @just-another-busy-fangirl for being my saving grace as well as my amazing beta, forever and always. I also want to thank @iwantthedean, for her constant support and encouragement even if I think it is crap. Love you both!
Warnings: Language, maybe? Flangsty AF, mentions of ‘wanting’ another woman, but if y’all have heard the song, you know what’s what, pining for Dean
Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam, Jenna, minor OC
“So get this,” Sam starts. “A woman is taken from her home, no forced entry and the only sign of struggle is the comforter hanging off the bed and a glass of water tipped over, and even that is a stretch.”
“So what are you thinking Sam?” I asked, setting plates on the table in front of him, then Dean.
“Probably just a crazy cat lady. Stupid cats knocked over the water,” Dean grumbled, taking a large sniff of the dinner I placed in front of him.
“I’m not sure yet. She is a funeral director and she had the weekend off. No one reported her missing until she failed to show for a viewing yesterday,” Sam explained. “It isn’t far from here, only up in Lincoln.”
“Oh, is that so?” Dean raised an eyebrow at his brother who only nodded a confirmation. “Well, let’s finish eating first. Wheels out in an hour?”
“Yeah, that gives me enough time to clean up the dishes, too,” I responded, returning to my meal.
“Oh, Sweetheart, I’ll help you with that,” Dean threw me a wink. Good thing I was sitting or my knees would have given out.
“You don’t have to do that, Dean. I can take care of it,” I mumbled, smiling sweetly. God, I wanted him to help. I wanted him to wrap those long, strong arms around me while I washed plates. I wanted to pretend to be annoyed with him, so he would just hold me tighter and longer.
- TONS of Cat Grant aka The Queen of The World™
- more James
- no Mon-El (not even mentioning his existence) or any new unnecessary white male character who takes screen time from the actually interesting characters
- also I want Lucy back (I seriously miss her, she was great)
- why did they break up with James exactly when he didn’t end up with Kara??? (Let them be together pls)
- Maxwell Lord could be also back
- more J'onn as Alex’s and Kara’s space dad
- S-U-P-E-R-C-O-R-P !!!
- pls no Sanvers wedding, they are literally dating for two months and they are not ready yet, don’t ruin it for them
- I also love Winn and he should have at least half of the screen time thanks
x reader where the team is gone on a mission but Loki is left alone. Then
reader is like talking with Peter (reader is older ofc) and they don’t know
that the teams gone so they are alone with loki until Peter has to leave and
loki and reader are alone and from there on idk
Loki had been allowed into the tower with strict rules: He’s
not allowed to leave the tower without another Avenger, he’s not allowed to try
to take over the world again, and he’s not allowed to threaten anyone or to get
aggressive towards them. If he tries to leave the tower or to take over the
word, he’d be sent right back to Asguard, and if he was just being mean, he’d
be put into quarantine till he’d calmed down.
Some of my family laughs at me when I mention being upset due to the death of my dog, Socks. He died last month and I still cry every night, because he actually helped me through depression and anxiety, and he was like my best friend. I'm kind of questioning whether or not my sadness is justified. They say 'it's just a dumb dog'. Have you ever lost a pet, and if so, do you feel the same way?
OK, so I don’t want to say your family members are being total shits, buuuuut … well, let me tell you a story.
I am 32 years old. I still think about my first cat, Pansy, who I got in third grade after earning S’s for Satisfactory six weeks in a row on my handwriting. She was the most wonderful cat — a big, beautiful Maine Coon with a quiet “Plrrrrp!” sound that she would always greet you with. She liked to follow me around the house, let me carry her like a baby and was, everyone in the family agreed, the best cat that ever existed. My mom called her “The Little Furry Goddess” because she was always so serene and happy.
She died when I was in 8th grade; we suspected, though could never prove, that the kid next door killed her. At the time, I was undergoing constant bullying in school, with no friends. I sobbed relentlessly. When we gave her a funeral in the backyard, I saw my dad wipe away tears, something I’ve only witnessed one time in the two decades since.
Yes, she was just a cat. She cost maybe $10 at the pound. She weighed 15 pounds and had a brain the size of a walnut*. Those things are true, but so are these: She was my best friend. She was one of the only good things in that shitty, shitty time in my life. She has been dead 20 years and I can still feel so sad and miss her. Because she was fucking great. Because she brought me so much joy and comfort when I really needed it. Because I spent more time with her than with any human.
And now, I’m a grown-ass woman and I still love that cat who was only part of my life for four years. But in the intervening years, I’ve had other cats, and now Eleanor. Marigny and Eleanor in particular have brought me so much joy and happiness. I refuse to believe that either of them are mortal.
Which is a very, very longwinded way of saying that you never, ever need to feel dumb for being sad over a pet. I think they’re little lumps of God that live with us. They make things better. I hope you feel better soon, too.
how on earth did this happen? I’m just a small bean playing the sims?
im sorry you might be wondering what on earth im talking about. but i got to 1000 followers ahhh!!
but under the cut are tons of amazing people
some people i really love
i know, i know, its @siilhouette again?! well akte is really amazing to i have ramble about her. but honestly she is such a queen at everything? I mean what a pure bean. Its honestly not fair. She’s so pretty, she makes me laugh, she makes me cry (on the inside so its fine) so basically i love her and she’s been here basically since day one ♥
@riice wow umm look how talented chloe is? sdk;fjsakldj her lookbooks, her edits, her eVeRyThInG not to mention she and her doggos are absolutely adorable. I’m so glad that we got to talk i guess? I’m secretly envious of her blog and all her talent but really, im glad that we got to kind of know each other? I sometimes actually cry at how everyone is so talented its actually nerve-wrecking. but yeah, you’re a cool bean ♥
@roseelement bella!! aksldjlksa please stop making such pretty cupcakes they are amazing and now i crave cupcakes. but your makeup?? wcif your talent?? You’re fun to talk to and i have a problem with the eyebrows you introduced to me, i need to s-stop using them. And you tell me to answer your messages but i swear i dont have a problem its not like i have 40 unanswered ones or anything but you keep me on my toes and i dont even want to think about how many things i would have not answered if it weren’t for you. It was fun to get to know you over the past few days :) keep being too overly talented and too photogenic ♥
@littlemissnellie oh gosh eleanor i feel like we really really need to catch up. but like me gush about you real quick first. excuse me?? no. eleanor you don’t get to have all the story writing talent here. leave some of us some!! but (im using a ton of buts) the daleys are so cute and your characters are so well developed and i feel so lucky to have a cool british friend like you. I feel bad for not answering for a couple of days, i honestly hoard so many messages but i promise! we’ll have a cup of tea and catch up! i miss talking to you and i hope you’re doing good. keeping being an amazing writer. love you ♥
@sundaessims nyquil, i was honestly so close to putting @ nyquil until i remembered that you were sundaessims and i really love our 2:00 am talks (we sleep i promise) Quinlin, you are a funny, adorable and are chats are grrrrrreat fun ;). I would love to get to know you better and remember we’re going to get a teaching degree thing and teach kids how to spell, so mark the date. You’ve been sticking with me for a long time to woo!! thank you and keep being adorable ♥
@apricoto asdkfjklsadj look at this amazing, i have no words to describe her, phenomenal, just ??? how, wonderful bean :) christy is just w-what? how does she do that? she is so talented. her dRawInGs, her eDits, her CC, etc. She is one big ray of sunshine and im so glad we got to talk. I wish her the best with school right now and I hope she won’t be too stressed. Again, christy please keep being a bright ray of sunshine because you make everyone’s day better by dropping by at their inbox.
@katsimsthings wowza. guys, meet my favourite lens flare enthusiast. kat is an amazing storyteller. her blog is just beautiful, lavender is like uh she blinds me with how strong and amazing how she is. I wish her lots and lots of happiness. I can’t wait for the dRamA happening in gen.6. I’m so ready. Just thinking about all the writing gives me a headache but you and all the amazing storytellers mange it? with school or work but you’re a cool dude kat ♥
people/blogs that inspire me to write, edit, build, make cc, ect. they are all around wonderful and i love them no matter what. thank you.
but even if you weren’t mentioned, which i might add on when i go “askl;d i cant believe i forgot at 3 am in bed” i love each and every one of you. take care of yourself, dont stress, take breaks when you need it. you are loved ♥
and dont be afraid to msg me or whatever! i love to chat :)