You know, I have never really felt the urge or desire to write original fiction. I was really content to just play with already-established worlds and characters I love. And the thought of world-building seemed like such a drag.
But wow, Astrid and her world have really gripped me. I’m having so much fun creating planets and religions and cultures for Jiiran and his people. Creating an interesting antagonist. Reimagining how humans fit into this intergalactic community. Seeing how Astrid navigates the world. I never thought I would enjoy it so much, but I’m seriously having a blast.
A/N: this wasn’t a requested imagine, I just fell in love with Niall’s new song! I absolutely adore it. It’s the sweetest song, mixed with just the right amount of sadness. So, expect some fluff, as well as some angst. It definitely won’t be as angsty as some of my other stories, but I really hope you guys enjoy and I hope this makes you guys cry tbh!!! That’s honestly my ultimate goal in life. THIS WILL BE IN TYLER’S PERSPECTIVE. There isn’t a lot of dialogue, but I really wanted to have this be a story, more so than anything else. I just really felt like that fit the idea much more than too much dialogue. Also I apologize for not being as active in writing, but life has been crazy!!!
The sun broke through the window, resting on (Y/N)’s face perfectly. I would wake up just to kiss her when nobody was around. Her eyes would flutter open and I would be greeted with a smile. Her laugh would echo through the room as she would slap me playfully.
“Good morning, love.” I said softly, laying my head back down on my pillow and looked into her eyes.
“Good morning, Ty.” she would respond lovingly.
That’s how all of our mornings went. When she left the house her perfume would still linger through the air. It all felt too good to be true. She was absolutely perfect; she was kind, caring, down to earth, and she was a strong-willed woman. I loved that about her. Even though she loved me, she didn’t always have to depend on me. She would constantly spread positivity throughout social media and on her blog, and she would always have a smile on her face when things didn’t go her way. She just wanted everyone to be happy all the time.
Maybe there was a reason that she was the way she was. If there was she never told me. Either way I loved her endlessly because of it. She had her flaws, but I never saw them as that. Those “flaws” were the things that made (Y/N), (Y/N).
Sometimes when I missed her I would see her shadow running around the house or on the streets right next to me. I don’t think anything is ever going to change in this town. It was always fascinating to me to see all of these people grow up with me. Their faces would change and mature, and their lives moved on. But something about the town made them all stay even as they grew older.
Whenever (Y/N) came home from work, I wanted to tell her everything about my day, and I wanted to know how her day was. Even if she had a tiring day at work, she would come home and greet me with such energy and light. She was one of those people who emitted a positive light whenever she was in a room. She gave people a sense of belonging. She was kind to everyone she met. There was just something about her that made me the happiest man alive.
“Hey Ty!” she said excitedly. “How was your day? I want to hear all about it.” her eyes gleamed with love and passion, yet another thing I adored about her.
I smile broadly and take her hand.
“Well, my day was good. I went to the studio with Josh today and got some new songs recorded. I think the album is going pretty well! It sounds really good, and I’m so so excited for you to hear it. We’ve been working hard… and there’s even a song dedicated to you in there.” I said a little more silently.
Her eyebrows raise and she looked at me with disbelief.
“You’re kidding, right? A whole song just for me?” she asked excitedly.
I nodded my head and gave her a quick kiss.
“I had to. How could I not?”
She giggled and jumped into my arms. I spun her around as butterflies started to form in my stomach. Whenever I was with her I would always feel nervous. After I put her down, I put a hand on her waist, while another one took her hand in my own. I started to dance with her, even though no music was playing. If the whole world was watching us I wouldn’t care. She continued her laughing fit until she ran out of breath.
She looked up at me and stood on her tiptoes to whisper three simple words: “I love you.”
I smiled and kissed her, before saying those three words back.
It felt like we had been together for an eternity, and I knew she was the one. I would then go on to propose to her. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her, and no one else. I wanted to be by her side forever. I couldn’t bear the thought of her being with anyone else.
We were engaged for about six months. Planning the wedding was stressful to say the least, but we managed it somehow. I wanted this to perfect for her. We wanted our day to be perfect. We decided on a color scheme, which included our favorite colors. We both picked out our favorite flowers and had the florist manage to mesh them together and make them look good. As for food, we had our favorite restaurant cater for us. We ordered our favorite items from the menu and decided on a 5-tiered red velvet cake, with a raspberry center. We chose a simple yet beautiful design, and decided to have little figurines of us at the top of the cake.
Things were in place. Everything was fine. Our wedding date was coming closer and we couldn’t be more excited to get married to each other. Autumn was coming, and our wedding would be held outside, adorned by the beautiful colored leaves that would help accent everything and make all of our photos look absolutely amazing.
Naturally, I had all of my brothers by my side, as well as my best friend Josh as my best men. I wanted this day to be perfect. I wanted this to be everything she’s ever dreamed of. Everytime she walked in the room, she could still make me nervous. This day would be no different. In fact, it would be even worse than before. It was our wedding day, and she would be in this beautiful wedding gown that she picked just for this event. Don’t get me wrong, she was beautiful every day I saw her, but there’s just something so different about a wedding, and seeing the woman you love in a wedding gown.
As she walked down the aisle, my eyes fixated on her. She looked like an angel. She was glowing, and tears were already in her eyes. I covered my mouth in awe, as tears started to form in my own eyes.
As she made her way down to me, she took my hands in hers, as we exchanged vows.
“I, Tyler Robert Joseph, take you, (Y/F/N)(Y/M/N)(Y/L/N) to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do us part. I promise to be faithful, supporting, and encouraging. I believe in you, the person you will grow to be and the couple we will be together. With my whole heart, I take you as my wife, acknowledging and accepting your faults and strengths, as you do mine. I promise to be faithful and supportive and to always make our family’s love and happiness my priority. I will be yours in plenty and in want, in failure and in triumph. I will dream with you, celebrate with you and walk beside you through whatever our lives may bring. You are my person—my love and my life, today and always.“ tears fell down my face, and I struggled to complete all my vows. But I did, and those words felt really good coming out of my mouth.
(Y/N) smiled and wiped her tears before she took a deep breath to recite her vows back to me.
“I, (Y/F/N)(Y/M/N)(Y/L/N, take you, Tyler Robert Joseph to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do us part. I promise to encourage your compassion, because that is what makes you unique and wonderful. I promise to nurture your dreams, because through them your soul shines. I promise to help shoulder our challenges, for there is nothing we cannot face if we stand together. I promise to be your partner in all things, not possessing you, but working with you as a part of the whole. Lastly, I promise to you perfect love and perfect trust, for one lifetime with you could never be enough. This is my sacred vow to you, my equal in all things.”
I don’t think there was a single dry eye that night. As the night went on, we took our first dance as a married couple. I held her close and knew this was the best decision I had ever made in my whole life. Now the whole world did see us dancing, but it felt like no one was actually there. She rested her head on my shoulder as we swayed slowly to the music.
After the song was finished, I went and grabbed the ukulele she gave me as a present. I stood in front of her and sang “Can’t Help Falling In Love”. Some say it was our theme song. I was lucky to be in love with my best friend.
Time passed and we had been together for about a year. Life had been crazy. I was off tour on a break, and went to the doctor’s to get an annual checkup with (Y/N). A week later, the doctor called us back in to talk. And in that moment I knew something bad was coming. No one’s life could’ve been this perfect, right? I held my breath the entire time going back to the clinic.
The nurse called our names and we walked into the doctor’s office. I played with my hands and (Y/N) had to grab them to help calm me down. An eternity passed by before the doctor came into the room. The look on her face told me everything. The words she spoke crushed my entire being. Everything became a blur. The world went out of focus and I disconnected.
“I’m so sorry to tell you this, Mr. and Mrs. Joseph… but after the checkup we got the results that came up positive for terminal leukemia for you, (Y/N)…”
Even in this time (Y/N) still had a smile on her face. She simply told the doctor thanks, and then immediately asked about treatments. But wasn’t that the whole deal with the word terminal? It meant that it couldn’t be cured?
We left the clinic after that meeting, and (Y/N) knew I was feeling distressed about the whole situation. She took my hand in hers and gave it a tight, reassuring squeeze. She promised me that we would make the most of whatever time she had left. I broke down. I hated the thought of her leaving me, even if it wasn’t her fault. I hated the thought of being alone again. I hated knowing I wouldn’t be able to love anyone else like I loved her.
As the year went on, the days were also taking more and more of my wife. There were times when she would be too tired to get up. There were no longer moments where she would ask how my day was going. There were no more days when I could dance with her. This disease… this thing that was taking my wife away from me affected everyone. Things were different. The light that was once there was now too dim to recognize. It’s always hard to see the person you love suffer. It’s hard to know that they only have a limited time with you left.
And then I hit rock bottom. (Y/N) was admitted into the hospital when I found her unresponsive one morning, right before Thanksgiving. The doctors worked for what felt like hours on her. Eventually they delivered the news. (Y/N) had to be put on life support. She could no longer breathe on her own. She would no longer see the sun rise, she would no longer see the dreams she longed to have and achieve with me.
I walked into the room that day, my eyes already swollen from crying so hard and for so long. I made the decision to take her off the support. I knew she didn’t want it. After she was diagnosed, she asked me to do this for her. And let me tell you, it was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. I sat in the room for a while, trying to memorize her features. I closed my eyes and would remember her voice, listen to all the videos I had gotten of her. I wanted to remember her smile, how it could brighten up a room, her laugh, that was so contagious. I didn’t want her to fade.
The funeral came up too quickly, and I couldn’t speak. Josh had to finish for me. I sat in my chair and stared at the casket that was holding my wife. I wanted to scream at the sky for taking her away from me. I wanted to break things, I wanted to know why they had to take her away. As everyone started to leave, I stayed. I sat on the grass and wept.
There were so many things left unsaid. I never told her how everything came back to her. I never told her that even after getting married she still made me nervous whenever she walked into the room. I never got to tell her that she was the cause for all the butterflies in my stomach. I never got to tell her that I remember everything that happened the day we met. I never said, “I love you” enough. We never got to live our lives together.
Now, wherever I go, shadows remind me of her. I will walk into our house, the smell of her perfume still clinging to the air. Perhaps she was always sick, but she never said a word to me. Even so, I couldn’t be angry with that. I could only blame myself for not noticing before. When she died, she took a part of me with her. No matter what, everything would lead back to her. And I hoped that my memory would allow me to remember her forever.
She was my car radio, and fall took her. I now sit in silence, wondering if things get better from here. Maybe they do, and maybe they don’t. There’s not really a way you can tell, is there?
Autumn was once a season filled with love and passion, as well as great memories that allowed me to finally know what love felt like. But now, autumn will forever be the season that stole my wife away from me. It will be the season that seems most dreary, the one I cannot face alone, and the one that will be hardest to survive.
And no matter what I think now, this town will never be the same.
if you don't mind me asking, what made you chose to make mika as the omega and yuu as the alpha in follow your instincts?
That was kind of a hard choice in the beginning, tbh? Because whenever I do omegaverse I pick the dynamics based off of personality and physical/mental attributes of the character, as well as how they interact with the character in the other half of whatever pairing I’m doing, and since Mika and Yuu are both really versatile characters (and Mika changed after the whole turning thing, a LOT), I felt like they could really fit into any dynamic at first. Like, for example, some of my given attributes for an alpha is someone who is overprotective, fiercely caring, loves to fuss and worry over people (caring for their needs), easily angered/defensive, confident, has a soft spot for cute, defenseless things,and a good decision-maker, and some attributes I have for an omega is someone who tends towards the emotional, people-sensitive side, good at uplifting people’s spirits, is fiercely attached to their pack and will fight to the death if needed to, is fast and very intelligent but veers on the insecure side, hates dragging people down, tends to be playful, the type of person who prefers to asses the situation before jumping in but is very intense when they do so, etc. So Mika would actually make a really good alpha, and Yuu would make a…okay maybe he wouldn’t make the best of omegas, but it would be funny as all hell to see it, and he certainly has some qualities that would fit well with an omega. Like I said, I see the dynamics as more of a personality fit than really anything else, so it’s fluid.
I think what really set it in stone for me was really the way that Mika and Yuu react to people and their families? Like, with Yuu, he loves to be needed by people and loves to support them, and with Mika, the happiness of his family comes above his personal needs; he’s the happiest when they’re happy. And also because Yuu tends a little towards the impulsive, ‘fight-me-scrublord’ side of things even after he got Mika back, whereas Mika prefers to hang back and think about things logically, at least until Yuu’s safety is on the line (*coughs at Mika vs Moon Demon Company). Plus, Mika’s life is already as troublesome as it is, I mean, the entire original premise of the fic was basically Mika’s intense crush for Yuu manifesting physically and him being all like ‘pls no’ before Plot happened, which is a bit more dramatic in omegas than in alphas so *shrugs*
So I feel like i’m at a point in my life where i can share these pictures and put them out there and not feel bad about it; i can’t lie to myself and pretend that the first 15 years of my life never happened, because they did. Looking back at the person i was, i’m not ashamed. My life is where it is because of that person i used to be, even if i was unhappy. If things had been different, I wouldn’t have the life I have now, which, i must add, is not perfect, but its pretty good. Here we have pictures of me from the end of my 8th grade year to today (end of 11th grade) Hopefully my transformation could help some people and give them hope, or just give people an insight to how different life becomes once you come out as trans*
8th Grade Year; Often thought about the possibility of being trans but pushed it out of my head for fear of what that would bring. I had really low self esteem issues because of bullying in elementary, but after i got this haircut i felt a little better. The year before, I had tried to kill myself. Even though it was over a year before this picture was taken, I still hadn’t fully recovered. Something kept me going this whole time, and I’m glad it did.
Summer before 9th grade year; Got highlights! :’-) After my extremely uncomfortable 8th grade prom and my tragic poofy black dress.
9th grade year; Dyed my hair completely blonde.
9th grade; At this point I knew I wasn’t 100% female and it scared me to be honest. I tried my best to rule out the possibility I was trans, so I tried to convince myself to settle for androgyny.
9th grade; managed to convince my mom to let me cut my hair off. I took this photo right after. Even though I had eyeliner on in the picture, I fell in love with how masculine I looked and used this picture for my profile on every website.
9th grade; dyed my hair back to brown. The first time I dyed it, I somehow managed to get my original hair color and had a breakdown. I didn’t know why I was so upset about it but after I dyed it to dark brown I felt a lot better.
9th grade; Still not sure how to go about the androgynous thing. I told people that any pronouns were fine but obviously only got refered to as ‘she’. I just tried my best not to think about gender and just try to not look hideous.
9th grade; Got a pixie cut and tried the androgyny thing again. After much deliberation, I decided to ask my mom if I could wear a suit to my friend’s sweet sixteen. After lots of back and forth argueing, i managed to get her to say yes. Here I am trying on a blazer and feeling really confident for the first time in a long time.
My friend’s sister said I wasn’t allowed to show up in a suit to their sweet sixteen. However, my friend told me to do it anyway, so i did. My mom however told me that I /had/ to wear eyeliner and lipstick if i wore a suit, so i did. Besides this, though, I still felt like I was finally getting somewhere in terms of gender identity.
Summer before 10th grade; I was fighting a lot of internal battles at this time. I knew i wasnt androgynous. I wasn’t female. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, I couldnt ignore the fact that every time I heard my birthname or ‘she’ it hurt me. I’m not sure what I would have done if I didn’t have my best friend with me :’-) (Isn’t she cute? I was totally crushing on her but didn’t know it yet~)
Summer before 10th grade, stopped wearing eyeliner and doubled up on sports bras. When I finally accepted the fact that I was trans, I tried my best to lose all the femininity I had.
Summer before 10th grade year; Got another haircut! I told my friends to use male pronouns with me for the first time. It felt so right, that I no longer had doubts in my mind. I knew that I didn’t want to live as female, so I decided to tell my mom the August before 10th grade year.
Beginning of 10th grade year; After coming out to my mom, I asked my best friend to be my girlfriend. Although a lot of things seemed to be going right, I became very anxious and depressed. I was put on anti-anxiety and anti-depressant medication and was doing okay, although in this point of my life I began cutting myself for the first time. It was a hard and stressful time in my life, probably because of the changes going on around me. I had horrible dysphoria, and coming out to my teachers and classmates wasn’t easy.
10th grade; Dyed my hair pink while i was more comfortable with myself. It didn’t last long because I didn’t like all the negative attention, but I actually really did like it.
End of 10th grade; Prom with my gf!! It was the first time I got fitted for a tux and it was just really great all around.
End of 10th grade year; went pastel purple! I also started using editing apps, lmao. I was digging the hair (should have kept it, tbh)
Summer before 11th grade; went to trans camp. Met awesome people and felt really good for the first time in a while. I was diagnosed with PCOS and started developing really bad acne, which sucked, but I lived with it.
(For all those who didn’t believe that I had white hair!!!)
Aaaand a collection of 11th grade pics!
And most recently, here I am 2 weeks on T, happier than i’ve ever been. I’m still with my girlfriend and we just hit 1 year 7 months~ How time flies, huh? ;v;
I know this was long but I really wanted to post this, partly to pick myself up and see the progress I’ve made. Here’s to proving that it really does get better. #thisiswhattranslookslike
tbh I felt that the sexuality line that dan talked about in his roast yourself challenge video was really brave. Like I related to that a lot and he put himself out there and kinda said it didn’t really matter and its hard to put that in a box. Like he kind of put into words what a lot of people question about themselves when they don’t fit into the traditional gay/lesbian or straight category or even bisexual category. Anyway I really thought that was amazing of him to talk about that issue and it made me feel a lot less alone about my own sexuality.
despite the fact that I went to a (loosely) Lutheran private school and went to church every sunday until the eighth grade, my family wasn’t really…religious. My parents later admitted, they’re pretty apathetic (still Christian? but very apathetic), and wanted to try and give us kids a “better chance”.
Didn’t really work tbh. I don’t see anything wrong with religion, I’ve just never felt connected with it. I find it interesting, but in more of a reading study way, instead of a soul study way.
A couple of years ago, my best friend (of 16? 17? years) and I started getting into witchcraft. There was something interesting about it. Just that it was so different, and it was Magic! Most of all, it’s totally about You.
You have the power. You can use any medium, it’s mostly about the intent you put behind it. I haven’t worked on my magic a lot (hardly at all), but when I do, I find it helps me center myself. It helps me focus on what I want to happen. And if you don’t believe in magic, you can believe in the psychology. That just *wanting* for something to happen makes me more likely to *work* for it and move towards that goal.
I’ve been trying to get more into it, and actually work on practicing, no matter how small. I made myself some sigils using a kaleidoscope app (for general happiness, not being angry before bed, and self love). I’ve been brewing intent whenever i make tea. I’ve been trying to reroute my thinking. And I think it helps.
I've just come to the realization that while im not exactly unhappy I'm not really happy either. for the longest time i thought i just didnt like people that i preferred to be by myself in a dark room. it turns out i've just subconciously "learned my place". like im not fit to be with normal people. like im somehow broken and dont deserve companionship lest i make the other persons life lesser somehow. Im not really expecting a response and tbh i wont check for one. i just need to vent. ty4lstng
i have thought these thoughts and I’ve felt this loneliness. it’s a terrible state of mind to be consumed in.
***disclaimer: i am not qualified to provide advice****
if you are feeling this way, you may benefit from talking to someone about it. (a health care provider, a friend, a relative, a counselor, a teacher)
the following is what i have told myself over the years:
“the place in which I’ll fit will not exist until I make it” -James baldwin
“Go out and do something. It isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself.”
“when everything’s lonely i can be my own best friend” Lua by bright eyes
“find someone who makes you question why you ever thought you’d be better off alone in the first place.” -unknown (popular tumblr post)
“Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.” -Neale Donald Walsch
“you is kind you is smart you is important.” -the help
“happiness is just outside my window.” happiness by the fray
do yoga. watch funny TV. watch heart aching movies. listen to raw, soul moving music. eat yummy treats. write. read. paint. get up and have a dance party. count the colors in the sky.
it’s okay to be introverted but don’t be so in a way that you put yourself down. you belong. you belong YOU belong. YOU B.E.L.O.N.G. repeat that to yourself. make it a mantra that you wear around your neck. you are not a burden. you, yourself within you have something to contribute to this world that no one else does. find a little piece of light and hold onto it with all your might, using it as guidance that helps you carve your way into an atmosphere in which not only do you brighten your life, but the life of those around you. be self aware but also just try. go out there and live. and if something makes you feel badly, it’s just experience, it is a story to tell. it is your story to tell.
I know you aren’t looking for a reply. and I know you don’t need me telling you all of this. but this is one of my stories to tell, so I will say what I need to say, even if the only person to benefit from this is myself.
that bed, that darkness, that comfort of solitude, it’ll always be there waiting. but the more you plunge outside of this aura of emptiness, the more first nature it becomes. do so lightly, take your time. baby steps, baby. feel the warmth of the sunshine on your skin. let go of the darkness.
I don’t know if this jumble makes sense. it’s a jumble of a world we live in, but it’s our world. these are the only lives we get and everyday you breathe another breath, make the most of it you can.
***disclaimer: i am not qualified to provide advice****
Please tell us, oh romantic one (I'm not being condescending I swear, heartstrings is just 😍), what did you think of the English dub?
honestly i laughed at literally EVERYTHING nino said but i enjoyed it so much. i think adrien and marinette’s voices really fit them!!! and i love alya’s!!!! and chloe’s! tbh i love everyone’s. nino’s is goofy but i love it lol.
its such a bright colorful fun show and the voices are so bright and cute and im really happy with it!!!
tho, i do have to say that the bubbler kinda felt awkward as a season premiere? maybe any episode would be awkward tho since there’s not much of a solid, continuous plotline
((yes! i’m planning to have him elaborate more on it later, but since i’ve been getting a lot of asks about it i figure i should address it now. yes, nor is trans–but he’s not out to anybody except for shelby yet. for now you can refer to him as nora or nor, and use he/him pronouns. but when sending asks, be careful not to out him to anyone he hasn’t told yet!
BTW, i’ve been meaning to say this and i figure now’s a good time: i’m not an expert on this kind of stuff by any means, so if you ever at any point feel like i’ve messed something up or handled something poorly, please let me know! i’m still learning, and i greatly welcome any form of feedback. i want to do my best with all of this.
no offense but happy holidays from our home to yours.
anyways, i usually only make follow forevers once a year, but so much has happened this year that i felt i was appropriate to post another one to thank every single person that has put up with me this year, through me deleting and remaking twice, and all my complaining and terrible sense of humor, you’re all the real mvps, also s/o to the new mutuals i’ve made. i love every single one of you so very much (and also i really didn’t want these cute pictures of me to go to waste). 2014 has felt really short, but so many things have been fit into it. i’ve grown up as a person a lot, and learned more in this past year than i ever thought possible and thats mostly thanks to you guys and this website in general. i hope 2015 comes with all the same growth and happiness but times a billion bc that would be rad tbh. i wish nothing but the best for all of you because ya’ll deserve it and i hope you make 2015 your bitch!! *chugs down glass of champagne*
no offense again, but thank you for putting up with me, and if you’re celebrating a holiday i hope its amazing and in general i hope that you all spend your time surrounded by the people you love and that love you back. i love you all <33333
ps. im sorry if i missed anyone i did this kinda rushed i still love all you very much a lot, and some of the urls werent getting tagged so if your tagged instead of mentioned im sorry :/
Okay, so I can say this–and I’m going to be completely honest with you guys–the film itself was great. Amazing, even. It is just such a great story and ah I still can’t get words out. The film was beautiful. It felt… Real? I guess. It didn’t feel like a teeny movie, like cliche or cheesy. It felt real.
Shailene Woodley? AMAZING. She did a really good job as Tris. I was amazed. She IS Tris. I’m so overwhelmed with how well she did.
Theo James… He was great!! Wow. I’m so glad they waited to find the right Four because he nailed it. The way he portrayed Four was that he was very closed off but… The eyes. The eyes say it all. So guarded, but with Tris you can start to see him loosen up little by little. He was great. So proud.
Fourtris… My babies! Their chemistry was phenomenal. They felt like a real authentic couple. I really don’t know what to say, you guys have to see it!!! :) it was great
Now, I’m going to warn you guys: they did change a few things. A few did upset me (it was minor tbh, but I just wasn’t happy with it. You can message me and I’ll tell you) but overall the changes made sense for the movie. They changed the order of things too. I really didn’t notice it until one scene because I remembered it from the books, but like I said overall the changes were fine. It fit the movie, and it made it great. It didn’t feel like an unnecessary change, but more like to move the story along. I thought it was fine, but I know people will be irritated.
I didn’t mean to make this post long but whatever. Ha. Overall, I loved it and I plan to see it again. ;)
Let me know what you guys think!!