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Belong (Hamilsquad x Reader)

AN: It’s late and I am definitely not getting enough sleep tonight, but here it is!

Tag Crew: @huffleheyguys @artisticgamer @theoverlordofeverything @hmltntrsh51 @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit2 @hamilton4starwars @megabooklover18 @jantales

Request: @wonderfullyrandomhamilton - Polyhamilsquad where they find out the reader isn’t eating? I’m in need of comfort/angst/fluff. If you’re cool with that of course.

Warnings: eating disorder related things

Word Count: 1,627


The bedroom was freezing, so you slipped out of bed carefully, not wanting to wake Alex or John up. Laf and Herc both snored obnoxiously loud and were exiled to the guest room that you had to sneak past on your way to the living room. All you wanted was to sit in front of the fireplace, but Laf had insisted on an older home where everything squeaked because he needed the “character.” You were never able to sleep through the boys coming home later from work or midnight snacks or other late night activities. It was a beautiful house, Laf refused anything else, but it had taken you much trial and error to figure out exactly how to move around the house without waking anyone up.

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waiting for the voltron writers to announce that no one will ever have a relationship between friends and it’s all strictly platonic between the paladins so shippers will shut the fuck up already

I feel like I’m talking to the void, but please don’t repost art. This is especially endemic on tumblr. It doesn’t matter if you save an artwork to your computer and then upload it here with a link to the artist. If you didn’t explicitly ask the artist for their permission to post their work elsewhere, it’s bad, disrespectful, and quite frankly theft, because by reposting, you’re taking away the attention the original piece would have received. Slapping a link in the caption doesn’t mean anything if the artist doesn’t know that someone uploaded their art elsewhere without their knowledge or consent.

I go into several series tags and I always see reposted art, sometimes by the same people. It’s obnoxious and disheartening because often enough the reposts get more attention than the original work. And it’s incredibly sad because some artists will either lock their blogs to private or even outright delete them, because their work keeps getting stolen.

Listen, I get it; sometimes you see amazing artwork and you just have to let people know. But there’s right ways of going about it, and wrong ways. The best way is to join the same media platform that the artist uses (like twitter or pixiv) and whenever they post a piece, use the built-in features such as ‘likes/faves’ and ‘retweets’. There, now you have an acceptable, preferred way to share an artist’s work that’s also beneficial to the artist because they have some control over where their art is going. The next best way is to copypaste the link of the piece you want to share in the address bar.

The worst way to “share” art is to save the artist’s work to your computer and then uploading it yourself. Please don’t do this. And like I said, even linking to the artist or original piece doesn’t mitigate the transgression, especially if you didn’t ask them in the first place. Don’t repost. Period.

More often than not, artists will have some sort of blurb in their profile about whether it’s okay to share their art. However, many of them will not allow their work to be “redistributed”, meaning “shared on other sites”. That means that the art should stay on whatever platform they initially put it on. Do not go against the artist’s wishes in this case. If they don’t have any blurb on their profile, ask. It sickens me that because of the language barrier, reposters will take advantage of a foreign artist’s inability to communicate well in English. That’s despicable.

Lastly (and this is coming from my own skepticism), if you see an artwork with a link to the original piece or to the artist, always take it with a grain of salt. People lie on the internet, you know? They’ll fake that they really did get permission from the artist, even if in reality they didn’t. Unfortunately there’s no real way to solve this, other than perhaps asking for receipts between the asker and artist proving that permission was granted. Personally, I’ve taken it upon myself to never reblog art that was “posted with permission”. It’s better to be safe than sorry.

I would apologize for the sudden PSA, but frankly this issue has been bugging me for the longest time, and I’m sick and tired of seeing art by artists I follow on twitter posted here by people who are not them.

“Offline” (Chapter Two)

Thanks for the love on this fic! Tagged everyone who showed interest in Chapter One, so if you would like to be added to or taken off the tag list let me know!


Enjoy :) 


“How are you getting on with the new Quartermaster?” M asked, glancing up from his desk just long enough to wave Bond into a chair. “He seems to be adjusting as well as can be expected, but I will confess to only having spoken with him a handful of times.”

“I think he’s an obnoxious twit who has been given too much power because he knows how to turn a computer on.” Bond snorted, then added entirely as an afterthought– “Sir.”

“Mmhmm.” M didn’t sound the least bit fazed. “His report on you wasn’t entirely complimentary either, but when has Q branch ever been pleased with 00’s?”

Bond smiled, or at least his lips moved in semblance to a smile. “Yes well, they shouldn’t give us expensive things to break.”

“Quite.” A file was pushed across the desk towards him. “New assignment, then. I’m sure it won’t be too taxing for you. Beautiful women, lovely locale, you will be loitering about in a casino, should be just the thing to get you back to your usual self.”


“Bond.” A long suffering sigh. “You are aware of the Minister’s issues with your recent behavior. Do use this assignment as a chance to waylay his concerns and reestablish yourself as a top agent.”

“When have I been anything less than a top agent?” Bond asked stiffly, and M finally looked up to meet his gaze steadily.

“Since Vesper ripped your heart out and tossed it somewhere overboard in Venice, I believe. I have done my best, as did my predecessor, to keep the details of that hushed, but I cannot stifle the rumours and if you do not make a recovery soon, I will not be able to stifle the inquiries. I don’t want to lose you, Bond, but I cannot have a loose cannon gadding about with a license to kill and a death wish. You understand?”

“I do not have a death wish.”

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Nightbeat in concept is a very silly character but in forming that character mtmte has taken an archetype, turned it up to eleven, and then used its possibilities to give Nightbeat some amazing nuance. Nightbeat loves mystery, sure. He is obsessed with mystery to the point of valuing puzzles over others’ interests and wellbeing. There’s the archetypical noir detective character, who you’d think couldn’t possibly be written without being redundant in the 2010s. Not so! Nightbeat uses mystery as a coping mechanism to deal with life’s myriad difficulties, he actively tries to remedy his lack of social skills in the moments where he’s stable enough to be able to, he manages to use his obsession to break a psychic hold someone has over him, and he is tortured by the concept of the afterlife, both because of the mystery inherent in it and because of his own near-death experience. Nightbeat is obnoxious as all heck but he’s still managed to become one of my favorite characters in the series.


Part 4 of my fated series is up! Read it below:

Hard to Read (2314 words) by _Melodic_
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015), Star Wars - All Media Types
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Armitage Hux/Kylo Ren, Armitage Hux/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren
Characters: Armitage Hux, Kylo Ren, Ben Solo, Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Phasma (Star Wars), Dopheld Mitaka
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Bookstores, Alternate Universe - Bookstore, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Porn with Feelings, Fate, POV Hux, Coffee, Sweet, Falling In Love, Crushes, Miscommunication, Jealousy, Humor, Denial of Feelings, Frottage, Semi-Public Sex, Hand Jobs, First Kiss, Making Out, Fluff, Fluff and Humor
Series: Part 4 of Fated Series
Summary: Ben Solo is the bane of bookshop employee Hux’s existence. He moves all the books, doesn’t put them back properly, distracts his fellow employees and never buys a damn thing. Hux has had just about enough of Ben’s ridiculously handsome smile, his stupidly contagious laughter, his obnoxiously mesmerizing eyes. He’s determined to let Ben know just how he feels–that is if Ben doesn’t beat him to the punch with a confession of his own.

OK SO i commissioned my wonderful friend jackie aka matchallama to draw my lone wanderer johanna!!! ♥ 

jackie captured jo perfectly, and just the details and colors and her face! it’s all so perfect!!!! (’: thank you so much, luv!! everyone should definitely commission her next time the chance arises!

Love Yourself // Tom Holland (Part 2)

Pairings: Tom Holland + Reader

Description: Reader leans toward her friend and finds comfort in a Starbucks Barista named Tom.

Warnings: Strong language (a few curse words)! This is the second part, there might be about five. I’m not sure (let me know if you want to be tagged in future parts!).

“Why do I hate myself?” I grunted, my back sore from the awkward sleeping position I managed to put myself in last night.

“Please don’t speak.” Ivy pulled the blanket over her head trying to shield the very minimal light that fled through the curtains. I looked around our living room, we must have decided the stairs wouldn’t have been a good idea last night. I held my head and felt it throb under my palm.

“I’m going out for coffee, do you want any?” Ivy groaned in response and waved me out the door.

“Can I get two, uh, large? Yeah, large white chocolate mocha’s? Iced.”

“They’re called Venti’s.”

“Right, yeah,” I nodded at him half-heartedly as I couldn’t help the small smile growing on my face the longer I looked at him.

He smiled at me and nodded his head. “Name?”

“Excuse me?”

“Your name? You know, for the coffees.”

“Oh, yeah,” I felt my face get a little warm from embarrassment, “(Y/N).”

“Cute. Just like you.”

I put my head back down to hide my smile, searching for my debit card as he scribbled my name on the cup. “Cute. Is this how you hope to get more tips?” He looked up suddenly, his eyes as wide as his smile. I smiled back before taking out my debit card, “Tom, is it?” I asked, looking at his nametag then looking up at him catching him nod, “Can you, like, charge me already? I’ve got a major hangover and I’d love to get my coffee sometime this morning.” His face flushed a pale pink before telling me that I could swipe, asking if I wanted the receipt but I waved him off and walked toward the back, waiting for my name to be called.

I got a phone call from Jeff but I declined it while rolling my eyes. Nothing he said could make what he did go away.

“I’ve got two Venti’s for a very cute girl who doesn’t tip very well?”

I kept my eyes on my phone, ignoring the name until it was called a second time, this time with a slight cough at the end. I looked up seeing the guy who took my order smiling at me, holding two cups with my name sprawled messily across it.

“Oh, was that ‘cute girl’ compliment meant for me? You’re adorable.” I said, grabbing them from him, placing them on the counter and grabbing two straws.

“That’s what I was going for.” He winked at me and I smiled in return, grabbing the drinks again and walking out of the coffee shop and to my car.

“Who’s Tom and why does he want me to call him?”

“What?” I walked over to Ivy and sat on her bed.

“Tom wrote his number on this cup along with a ‘use it sometime’. Is he cute?”

“I think that’s my cup. He was the barista at Starbucks.” She looked at me more intently until I rolled my eyes and answered her question, “Yes, he’s cute.” She hummed and handed me her cup while I handed her mine.

“You better use that number.” I snorted as I watched her make her way toward the kitchen. I pulled out my phone, taking the number down, just in case I did decide to use it.

“Hey, I almost forgot to tell you,” Ivy walked back into her room with toast for you both, you gladly accepted it as she sat next to you and put her head on your shoulder, “the market two blocks down is hiring. Since we’re both jobless losers, I thought it’d be great for us.” She saw the hesitation in my face before adding, “You know, considering we’re grown women with actual bills to pay.”

I sighed before nodding, grabbing my computer and printing out an application for each of us to fill out. She gave me a satisfied smile before going back to sipping her coffee and beginning the application. I decided to follow suit.

“So, you ready for this?” I stood outside of Jeff’s apartment. I hadn’t spoken to him since I found out what was happening almost a week and a half ago. I dodged his calls and avoiding anywhere he might be able to find me, but I needed my stuff so I decided I needed to try to be civil.

“As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.”

“That’s the spirit!” She patted me on the back roughly before knocking on the door and obnoxiously ringing the doorbell right after. Jeff answered with an annoyed look but immediately dropped it upon seeing me.

“(Y/N)? I thought I wouldn’t see you again, you’ve been ignoring me.”

“Yeah, well can you blame me?”

“No, you’re right.” He looked down at his feet, the air silent for a while. “(Y/N),” he picked his head up to look at me again, his eyes and smile wide, “I’m so glad you found you way back. I missed you.” He leaned in to hug me but I quickly intercepted, setting my hand on his chest. He looked at me in confusion before slowly setting his arms down, realizing that the reason he thinks I’m back here isn’t the actual reason at all.

“That’s touching, really,” I pushed on his chest lightly to indicate I wanted to pass through, which he allowed Ivy and me access to do so, “but, you cheated on me. So, I really don’t give a shit how you feel, especially if it’s toward me.” He looked at me with sad eyes, but I had already braced myself for this exact reaction so I kept my look hard. “I just came to pick up my stuff.”

“What? You’re moving out?”

“I haven’t been here in almost two weeks, I already have. I’m living with Ivy. She gave me my old room back.”

“Wait, (Y/N), don’t you want to talk about it?”

I rolled my eyes before dragging my feet toward the bedroom that he and I shared, hearing his footsteps close behind me. “What’s there to talk out? You cheated on me. I have no place here, I have no place with you.”

“You’ll always have a place with me, (Y/N).” I looked up at him as he watched me gather around the very minimal clothing I had in his closet, him watching me with the best solemn expression he could manage. It looked so artificial, it made me sick.

I wanted him to hurt without me the way I imagine it’ll hurt me when I finally realize this is over. I want him to beg me not to leave as I stand at the doorframe ready to go. I want to laugh at his poor excuse of a promise to change and I want to tell him that he missed out. I knew I wouldn’t get the chance. I was much more invested in him than he was with me; I was in love with him and he tricked me into thinking he was, too. I then focused on his facial expression again and decided that the expression itself didn’t make me sick, he in general did that to me.

“Ivy? Where’s my suitcase?”

“(Y/N), you’ve been it for me for six years-.”

“No, Jeff,” I stood up to face him fully now. “You’re all I’ve had for six years. You’ve obviously had other company.” He looked down, allowing me to continue stuffing my suitcase with all the things I’ve kept at his apartment for the past year. “You don’t get to play the victim when you’re the one who messed everything up.”

I stood up from my place on the floor in front of his closet and walked toward the bathroom to grab the things I had put in there, I shut the door upon entering to prevent him from following me in. I leaned against the vanity with one arm supporting me as my right hand came up to my mouth in attempts to stifle my cries. They were loud and obnoxious, and I knew I shouldn’t have been crying over this asshole, but I couldn’t help it.

What was wrong with me? I wasn’t good enough, that’s what was wrong. I wasn’t good enough for Jeff, even having been there for six years for this asshole, and I wasn’t good enough at work, another home I had established seven years ago. My left hand flew off of the countertop and I slammed my body on the door, sliding down it as my knees gave out. My hands went to my hair, brushing it out of my face and pulling it back, my obnoxious crying never ceasing, not even with the heavy hits to the door on the other side. Jeff begged me to open the door, but I couldn’t. I wanted to be alone – hell, I was alone.

REQUESTED TAGS: @usualfreaker, @143amberrose, @love-allthingsmarvel, @goawayimreadingbeach


I had a claw-some Caturday at Megacon!! I was a lone Chat Noir with my buddy Finn the Human…looking for adventures and a Ladybug! I finally found my lady but…where is she now? Can anyone help meowt in identifying my purr-ecious lady, sweet enough to go along with this smitten kitten’s shenanigans? 

How to talk about disliking Harry Potter & the Cursed Child without sounding like a jerk

There’s nothing wrong with disliking Harry Potter and the Cursed Child. You’re allowed to talk about it, make posts about it, have it tattooed on your forehead, hire skywriters to broadcast that to the world. But you can do all those things without setting the tag on fire. Here are some suggestions:

1) Actually read the script. Read it carefully enough to form a valid opinion. If you’ve only read the spoilers or other tumblr posts and you persist in claiming that Cursed Child is bad fanfiction, you’re acting like a jerk.

2) Form your own opinions. If you’re posting obnoxious anti-Cursed Child memes just because other people dislike it and you’re trying to curry their favour, you’re acting like a jerk. You’re allowed to think for yourself. Express opinions that are yours, don’t just recycle other people’s.

3) Refresh yourself on the facts. If you think that time-travel works only in a fixed timeline in the HP universe, or that Bellatrix’s pregnancy doesn’t work with the book timeline, or that Harry never loses his temper in inappropriate ways, or Ron never cracks jokes, or Hermione never does anything cruel, you don’t remember the books as well as you think you do.

4) Don’t claim that your opinions are universal. If you think everyone hates Cursed Child, you’re just flat out wrong. It’s has a large and thriving fan community. When you make posts claiming “We all agree that Cursed Child isn’t canon” or “We all agree that Cursed Child doesn’t exist” or “Everyone hates Cursed Child” you’re acting like a jerk.

5) Don’t act like your opinion carries moral weight. No, disliking Cursed Child does not make you a better person nor does it make you any more politically correct than anyone else. You’re perfectly capable of disliking the play without condemning those who love it. If you’re claiming that the play promotes abuse and that anyone who likes it is an abuser, you’re acting like a jerk.

6) Don’t claim that its inaccessibility makes it bad. It genuinely sucks that the play is so inaccessible to so many people. It’s understandable to be angry and bitter. That doesn’t mean the script is bad. The play’s inaccessibility and the quality of the script are two separate issues. If you claim that you think the script is bad because you can’t see the play, you’re acting like a jerk. (There are many people who love the script without ever having seen the play.) 

7) Put at least minimal effort into understanding the psychology of the characters. Albus has very good reasons for his unhappiness and for lashing out at Harry. Harry has very good reasons for the mistakes he makes regarding parenting Albus. If you’re making posts screaming about the characters being irredeemably horrible (aside from Voldemort), you’re acting like a jerk.

8) Don’t claim that Jack Thorne is a bad writer. Maybe his style doesn’t appeal to you, but he’s won multiple BAFTAS, an Olivier, and all sorts of other prestigious awards for his writing. He’s extremely well-respected and in great demand. His characters tend to have complex psychology and he doesn’t shy away from exploring their flaws, but those are good things. They mean he respects his audience. If you’re making posts dismissing Cursed Child as bad fanfiction and saying that it’s objectively terrible, you’re acting like a jerk. 

9) Don’t be mean. Does that need further explanation? Be respectful of other opinions. Don’t be aggressive, don’t be nasty.

10) Express your dislike for Cursed Child without doing any of the above. Hurrah! You aren’t acting like a jerk, you’re just expressing a personal opinion without flooding Harry Potter fandom with unreasonable negativity or making those of us who love the play want to bang our heads against the wall.

“The character can’t die if the book is told in their point of view!!”

anonymous asked:

I feel like part of the reason het aces are so loud and obnoxious about their "ace pride uwu" is because unlike LGBT people... they don't have fear associated with their identity. Like a gay man could be proud of his identity but be afraid of homophobia and not be brave enough to be vocal in his pride, while cishet aces have no backlash to fear (besides being called a fucking plant or some shit) and therefore they swallow the pride tag whole.


Gundam 00 Friendly Reminders

@sapphireswimming​ and I decided to compose this heartwarming list, just in case you weren’t sad enough about 00 already.

Feel free to add more!

  1. Tieria lost everything that had ever mattered to him in the span of two weeks: Veda abandoned him when the GN-Xes appeared on the world stage; Lockon died less than a week later; less than a week after that, Celestial Being was destroyed, and a shattered skeleton of a crew was left to limp back to Krung Thep with next to no hope of their continued survival.
  2. When Setsuna ran into Saji on Proud, it was the first familiar face he’d seen in four years.
  3. Feldt’s parents were 28 when they died, and Feldt was two.
  4. Dr. Moreno and Ian were best friends for decades before the show.
  5. Saji lost both Louise and Kinue within a week.
  6. Tieria and the Trinities were the effective ages of young children, despite their conditioning in Veda and their physical appearances.
  7. Lichty died thinking he saved Chris’ life.
  8. Ian was the only one on board the Ptolemy who had any semblance of a family left.
  9. Allelujah thought he killed Marie when he destroyed the Super Human Institute.
  10. Setsuna said he doesn’t have anyone to write a letter to when Feldt asked, but he’d already left one for Marina.
  11. Sergei never got the chance to formally adopt Soma.
  12. After Fallen Angels, Graham didn’t talk to Billy unless he wanted something modified on his suit.
  13. Lockon was perfectly fine with dying, because he thought he took Ali down with him.
  14. Allelujah spent days alone on the shuttle before he was rescued, surrounded by the bodies of his friends and covered in their blood while Hallelujah laughed.
  15. Sumeragi abandoned Celestial Being after Fallen Angels because she held herself responsible for everyone dead and missing.
  16. Feldt changed her hairstyle after Fallen Angels to honor Chris.
  17. Andrei and Sergei never got a chance to talk through their issues, and Andrei never got a chance to apologize.
  18. Setsuna was drawn to Marina because she reminded him of his mother.
  19. Anew was her own person and honestly loved Lyle, and the two of them probably would have lived happily together had Ribbons not meddled.
  20. Neil was never able to move past the bombing that haunted his every action and every thought until the moment he died.
  21. Despite not seeing each other since they were teenagers, Neil and Lyle ended up with the same mannerisms, the same haircut, the same affinity for cigarettes and old cars—and they both joined up with organizations hell-bent on fixing the government so that no one else’s lives will be torn apart by terrorists.
  22. Allelujah’s mission in episode 5 was to destroy Soma’s suit and kill the pilot, and the only reason he didn’t was because he decided to save the orbital block instead.
  23. Tieria didn’t know he wasn’t human until Regene told him, and struggled with his existence throughout the entirety of season one—which explains his desperate reliance on Veda and the Plan, which was the only direction he got when he was activated.
  24. Louise was a high school student when she watched her entire extended family get blown apart in front of her, and was critically injured in the process—and then, she was barely twenty when she was turned into a tool of war by Ribbons in a plot beyond her control.
  25. Feldt Grace is a codename, and nobody knows what her real name is, anymore.
  26. Tieria’s early reliance on Veda is reminiscent of a young child’s dependence on their mother.
  27. Should Lockon have lived to see it, he would have been impossibly proud of the heroes the rest of the crew had become.
  28. Marie’s only link to the world outside her head was Allelujah, who disappeared one day with no explanation or warning—and never returned.
  29. Lichty, like Lockon, was caught up in a terrorist attack that killed his family—and was severely injured by it, to boot—but he was still a loving, caring person who honestly believed in Celestial Being’s goals, and did not get caught up in revenge and hatred.
  30. Ali killed every member of Lyle’s family, and laughed in his face when confronted about it.

Into the Woods (2014) [x]

Sometimes people leave you
Halfway through the wood.
Do not let it grieve you,
No one leaves for good.

anonymous asked:

ok so, i used to ship mileven but season two made kinda annoyed by it and my friends are tying to drag me into the byeler world. i got curious as how it started as a ship, and a little bird told me it was all you. how you did it? was it like, you came, said 'hey i think they would look good together' and the whole tumblr agreed?

JGSDJFSHHH i’m so glad i’ve been obnoxious enough to assert my place in the history of byeler lmfao

i mean basically….u right. like i literally made my stranger things blog (i was mygaysonwill), and my first post was “raise your hand if will byers is your sensitive gay son” and i tagged it “and he has a big old crush on mike wheeler, don’t fight me on this”, and a few people followed me because of that and sent me asks saying “thank god it’s not just me that thought he had a crush!”

for the first few weeks or so, the byeler “fandom” didn’t even have a ship name and it was really just myself and anna @aanathemaa and a couple anons swapping headcanons and crying together lol. but it slowly grew, though it was still pretty small basically…up until s2 came out when it EXPLODED (for obvious reasons i think, haha).

and nah the whole of tumblr def didn’t agree at first. we got more than our fair share of grief about it, partially because people hated seeing mike shipped with anyone else and partially because people just “couldn’t see it” which…okay, fair on that second point.

to me and the handful of others who were around in the beginning, we just felt that there was something about the “it was a seven” scene (those eyes, will! those doe eyes!!! and that tiny second of hesitation right before he talks to mike!!!) and something about the way mike obviously cared so much about will (pushing troy?! keeping a whole ass stack of will’s drawings in his basement?!) that made us see the potential and cling to it.

and um. i guess we were right.

but yeah i can’t really take entire credit for “founding” it, as much as i joke about it being my baby. i would never have been brave enough to post any of my writing about it without anna, and then the anons that started popping up and showing interest as well (one of whom was my dear friend @themadzoomer!!!).

i’m just the gal who wrote a silly tag on silly a post, and it grew from there. :’)

Dear Everyone who has Ever Tagged me in a Post Ever

I get super giddy and excited when my name pops up in purple. I get that fuzzy feeling- like when you stuff cotton balls into your hands, or when your foot falls asleep, or when someone you like just brushes your knuckles and you have to stop breathing for a half second so you don’t scare them off, like some African wild cat. 

That’s how I feel when you tag me. 

Like you’ve brushed my knuckles or hugged me fiercely or remembered my name even though I only said it once. 

Thank you, even if I don’t say it enough. 

Thank you for indulging in my cotton headed excitement. I promise that when that purple tag shows up, even if you can’t see me, I’m most likely holding a pillow to my beet-red face and smiling in that obnoxious, geez Louise sort of way. Not even from ear to ear. From farther. From universe to other universe. 

If you’ve ever tagged me, you’ve made me smile two universes worth of smiles.