you mean so much to me okay

diggitydamnsebastianstan  asked:

hey dude!! just wanted to drop in and say I really love ur gency and mchanzo comics a lot!! whenever I see them on my dash I also go through a quick re-read of them because it's got all these nicely drawn expressions and honestly ur style is so appealing and evocative honestly I love u!! keep on truckin'!!!!! imma stop using exclamation points okay bye have a good day/week/year!!!!!!!!!!!


OHHH! Thank you so much! I cannot even.. *loses words and gives you a tight hug*

I am really glad you feel about them so! People’s feedback means a lot to me; it always helps me see better the good and bad parts in what I do and improve by this!

Here’s a small preview from the Gency comic! :3 And thank you again!

anonymous asked:

I've seen several people say that rewriting is completely necessary, but I don't get it. I mean, we all have our different methods, and obviously editing is important, but how much you edit I think is up to you, no? As long as you're happy in the end? Personally, I could never re-write a story, I have so much adhd, it's a miracle I can finish a book once, much less twice.

You’re asking someone who’s rewritten the same work over a dozen times whether or not it’s a good idea to rewrite?

Okay, in truth I’ve never rewritten my stuff word for word like I’ve seen people suggest. My main project is 300k so SURE LET ME GET RIGHT ON THAT. If that’s the kind of “rewriting” you mean, I’d ignore that advice (though it obviously works for some people). ADHD is a pain doing anything let alone defeating that jar of perturbed cephalopods. God, I’m so proud of you now that I think about it…

Personally, I prefer obsessive revising as I’m a madwoman for the details. Revisions are needed when continuity doesn’t line up, certain scenes are no longer necessary, and it’s clear I didn’t quite understand my own characters’ motivations in the beginning. It’s an essential practice if you plan to post, publish, or share your work with anyone. If you don’t intend on your story seeing the light of day and just want to jam out the next idea that’s fine, by all means don’t interrupt that creative flow. But in a year or two you should pick up that first draft again and see how you feel about it then (I have completely rewritten ancient drafts of mine because there was no other way to save them). If you’re the kind of person who thinks more along the lines of “what’s in the past is past” then cool, whatever.

The main point of a total rewrite, I think, is to give you one continuous look at your story as opposed to revising piecemeal and forgetting important details. By writing it over again you see the story from a new angle to help you catch flaws you may have missed previously.

I hope I answered your question, or at least gave you something to go off of. It’s past 3am where I am so I might have made no sense at all.

~ Thank you for asking!

annabelle-kirkland  asked:

I'm going through recovery after surgery and being septic (bacteria in the bloodstream specifically) and I'd just like to say that your comics are making it bearable. Thank you. Keep being you, sweetheart!

Fam this means so so much to me!! I’m so happy I could help, thank you so much for reading my comics!! I hope you recover well and are okay asap!! <3 <3 

anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm the anonymous from contagion ~ how u goin guuurl? Fuck, I just wanna say, I feel so discontent working in advertising. It's so much stress and materialistic shit. I mean, there are some cool people. But there are a lot of not so cool people.. ya know? I guess I just came here cause I feel like I'm a little lost and you seem super fucking cool :) what are your thoughts on ad agencies and how to get thru the day without wanting to shout yourself?

I feel the same I’ve been having a shit day everyday at work for two weeks today was the first okay day for me honestly!! Advertising is the worst thing in the world.what role do u do? I walked past contagion today aha kinda jealous ur closer to new world. To get thru the day I have to like go and make a drink at least twice and my friend and I go to look around for free food once a day and we try to find if there is dogs in the office. And we play table tennis sometimes. Basically I have to leave my desk at least 10 times a day and I have to eat lunch out at least once. Good luck !!!🌎🌎🌎

naerae907  asked:

Heyo it's Nae again :D I just wanted to say thanks for the advice, we searched everywhere and didn't find any signs of bugs, but we're getting a dog to see if they can sniff any out either Thursday or Friday ^^ ahhh Ily guys so much (platonically of course). Is it okay if we RP...? I don't have many OC's and often use my online persona or canon characters to interact, but you are just amazing and I can't even describe how much you guys mean to me ahhh ^^

Sure! Hit me up on messenger, NaeNae.

A bug sniffing canine? That’s awesome. When you do it, tell me how that worked. I’m so fascinated by that. 

anonymous asked:

legitimate question; how come you're okay with folks using they/them pronouns, but not with nonbinary people?

My conceding to attempting to integrate singular They into my vocabulary is me trying to play along for the sake of civility. Sometimes I don’t feel like announcing my lack of support for “nb people” in every post, cause people complain and the topic gets stuck there for too long.. so w.e it’s a means to an end when nessecary.

Which, by the way, fuck all that shit. This pronoun shit is too much drama and I’m over it, someone who gets bent out of shape about “muh pronouns” wouldn’t like me much anyway so I don’t really care to try any longer. You’ll get bitched at either way so… Fuck it 🤗 It’s too goddamm difficult anyway and I’m not exerting extra energy on someone who’s just going through a phase.

Spent a lot of time going back and forth, don’t get me wrong. Trying to brainwash myself into being behind this, like you people seem to of done. But I don’t care to entertain that any longer.

beanies-and-bands98  asked:

Are you okay??? I keep seeing everyone giving you positive reassurances (which I mean you should always get cause you are an absolute sunshine) but like I hope you're not feeling down because you are too nice and caring and beautiful and absolutely funny. You can make anyone smile and feel cared for, it's a good talent to have and you make use of it too! Your such a caring soul and you mean so much to us and so much more to me. Please don't feel sad Thomas! Please don't let the sunshine go away.

Hahah you’re incredibly sweet. I just have really bad self-image and self-worth issues, and I struggle with them all the time. People have been very sweet, but please don’t worry too much! You’re all not responsible for me, you got enough going on in your lives. I gotta deal with and learn from things myself, but you’re very very kind for checking in!

So, the time has come where I have decided to share my hidden Nashcon 2016 Cockles photo op with everyone.

Why did I wait so long? Because I told myself, as a silent promise to Jensen and Misha, I was going to wait one year from the day, before I share it, even though Misha said to share it initially. Haha. Anyway, it’s been four months past the year mark, and I have decided to finally unveil the photo, I know it might garnish some stuff from haters, and I might be called “disrespectful”, however I ask everyone to read below first, on how my situation went down with receiving the photo, and then cast your opinions.

 So, I am waiting in the photo op line nervous as all hell haha, I keep the front of the book hidden the entire time, just patiently and nervously waiting. The book I held in my hands was “The Threesome Handbook”, by Vicki Vantoch (For those who don’t know who she is, she’s the amazing woman married to Misha!!). I’ve had the idea in my mind for nearly a year on how funny it would be to take a photo of the three of us reading it, I could imagine Jensen’s “what the hell position is that?!” Face, I can imagine Misha’s mischevious intrigued face, and then I would just be there looking like a dork, haha, either way, it was a year’s idea in the making. So the time has come and here i am shaking with my book…When it is my turn…I walk up to them…I immediately went to Jensen first because above anyone else, I wanted to get his Blessing for the photo, I didn’t want him to do it if he was not comfortable with it, and I was perfectly fine if he would have declined…So, I’m right in front of Jensen and I say “I completely understand if you don’t want to do this but, if not, it’s okay, but can we do something with this?” I showed him the book Misha’s wife wrote “The Threesome Handbook”, and he was like “With this?” He replied with like a shocked laugh as he pointed at the book, I laughed a bit in embarrassment…Then at this moment Misha comes over to the two of us, he sees the book and giggles as he grabs it, Misha being amused at the sight of the book, all I could do is look on in embarrassment and nervously laugh. At this point however, Jensen’s handler came up right away and was like “ Nope. No. No.” And she snatched the book out of Misha’s hand. So he was like “Oh Well” with a shrug kinda look then I was like “Oh well”, I knew at that point it was the risk of asking, so I didn’t mind. So I turned to Misha and Jensen and was like “Hugs then?” So we did a hug picture. The bliss and awesomeness of being between those two, still sends shivers down my spine. Forgive the capital letters but this was the exciting part…after the picture I THEN HUGGED THEM BOTH AND SAID THANK YOU, THEN THE HANDLER GAVE THE BOOK BACK TO ME. I WAS READY TO WALK AWAY WHEN MISHA GRABBED MY HAND, PULLED ME CLOSE TO HIM AND TOLD THE PHOTOGRAPHER TO TAKE ANOTHER. SO MISHA HUGGED ME WHILE WE HELD THE BOOK AND JENSEN GAVE HIS LIKE “WHAT?!” FACE. I WAS IN SHOCK!!!! SO ALL I HAD ENOUGH REACTION TIME FOR WAS TO MAKE A DORKY LOOKING “Idk, worth a shot” SUGGESTIVE FACE.

It happened so quick…I was not expecting it at all…After the picture all I could do was happily give Misha another hug, and just mutter “Thank you thank Misha”, I gave Jensen one more quick one and kinda high tailed it out of the room shaking.

Now…I was absolutely happy, and just speechless, I had two ops, the op I wanted to do, and I spent more time with them. The thing is though…After some time…I felt bad…because I wasn’t sure if Jensen was upset…or kinda just disappointed, because I felt maybe he didn’t want to do it and it was forced, as much as I appreciate it…To confirm, I decided to apologise to him when I got my autograph…The stressful part of it all, was the timing…See…I had to wait for the pictures to print, I wanted to grab it right away because I know sometimes people take photos of other people’s pictures, and I didn’t want this to get out by someone else’s hand. The thing is Jensen was then signing autographs in the same time…So, I was pacing back and forth from the picture table and the autograph hall to see how the lines were, just as it seemed like autographs were almost over, as they called my row many minutes before, the pictures were put out. LUCKILY I received my picture and I was able to make the line for Jensen, photo hidden. So again I nervously wait in line, when I got to him in line, he recognized me and said “Hey you” and smiled, and of course I was like “Hi” *giggles* and then I said “Jensen I’m really sorry about the book photo op”. He smiled and was like “ah, it’s no problem at all” And I said “Okay I just wanted to make sure you know I didn’t mean anything bad by it” and he said “Don’t worry about it, it’s perfectly fine”. I apologized to his handler also and she said “ Its okay honey, I’m not mad about it” and they both said you have a good night and pretty much don’t worry. So *SIGH OF RELIEF*

Got my autograph and his Blessing!! However me being me, I wanted security…So…To Make sure…When I got my Misha autograph, I walk up to Misha with items in hand to get signed.

Misha: “Oh hey it’s you, how are you?”

Me: “I’m good thank you, how are you?”

Misha: “I’m good, I’m good, are you having fun?

Me: “Yeah, it’s been really great”

*Misha begins to sign my items*

Me: *Nervously* “Can I ask you a question?”

Misha: “Of course go ahead”

Me: “Was Jensen upset with the photo with the book?”

Misha: *smiles, then giggles* “Oh no, he wasn’t upset at all. He would have gone through with it if a certain handler didn’t snatch it away from us”

Me: “Are you sure? I really don’t want him to be upset, I just didn’t think it’d be bad”

Misha: “No, don’t worry about it at all, he wasn’t upset” *Misha hands back items*

Me: “Okay, thank you Misha, thank you. You have a great night” *I say while gathering my stuff*

Misha: “You’re welcome. You too” *Misha smiles*

*I turn to walk away when Misha says to me*

Misha: “Don’t give it a second thought”

I respond by just smiling and saying a relieved “Okay”, and then I turn and head out to the hall.

So…This is that photo, from my amazing Nashcon 2016 time…I hope those viewing, find the humor in it as much as I do…If you’re gonna share it, please just attach this story with it, so people know, that yes while some might find it tasteless, it was done with a calculated understanding of the actor’s feelings behind taking the photo and not without asking their personal consent for it first, the events that unfolded from it, were not expected and were out of my hands, just as well I finally want to thank Misha and Jensen and just as well, Jared!! (Though they may not ever read this haha) for everything they’re do for the fans, it was a great time and is now a hell of a story I can add to my life of events. Everyone else…enjoy. :)

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Six Years and Seven Days

This is pretending that Bellamy could hear Clarke talking all those years, she just can’t hear him responding, and that the ship at the end is them coming back to Earth. 


Day Three

“Bellamy…are you up there? Are you alive? Is anyone alive?”


“I only woke up yesterday. At least, I think it was yesterday. I barely made it into the bunker in time, but I made it. And the computer says it’s been three days since the radiation hit, and I was so hungry I thought I might die. Please tell me you didn’t die.”


“Bellamy, my mom was right. In a way. My face is disgusting, covered in boils. You’d be laughing at me…probably. Because she was right but so were you. I’m not dead Bellamy. I hope you aren’t either.”

His fingers slammed on the respond button, pushing it down to the point of it feeling like it would crack from the pressure.

“I’m not dead, Clarke. I’m not dead.”

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SKAMS04E10 Clip 2 - Penetrator Chris


EVA: Hey. Did you sleep well?


EVA: Mhm.

CHRIS: I just dreamt something fucked up.

EVA: Yeah, what?

CHRIS: I dreamt that I was at my old elementary school. And we were eating lunch outside, me and Caroline, who was my girlfriend in fourth grade and then you were walking past and I was like “Wow, damn”! And then I walked up to you and I was like “Hey, do you wanna date me?” in front of Caroline.

EVA: What did I say?

CHRIS: You said yes, of course.

EVA: Yes? Of course? Okay?

CHRIS: And that’s supposed to mean…?

EVA: That we’re never going to be together.

CHRIS: Why not?

EVA: Why? Because..

CHRIS: Because?

EVA: Because you.. are..

CHRIS: I am? What am I?

EVA: A cheating fuckboy.

CHRIS: Ouch..

EVA: Hi, Vilde.

VILDE: Hi, what are you doing?

EVA: Nothing in particular…

VILDE: Listen, I wanted to do something nice for Sana at that Eid-celebration, to show her how much we love her.

EVA: Yes! We can do that!

VILDE: So I’ve read a bit about Eid and it’s common to give gifts, but it’s often just to kids and money and stuff, and it’d be a bit weird to give her money. I wanna give her something really special, so do you have any ideas?

EVA: Uhm… No, I don’t know, but we should probably ask someone for some advice, maybe someone who knows more than us,

VILDE: Yeah, I agree. We’ll ask a Muslim.

EVA: Hey, but listen, maybe I’ll call you up a bit later or something?

VILDE: Okayyy!

EVA: Okayyy, bye! Where were we?

CHRIS: We were talking about if we’re going to get together.

EVA: I don’t think so..

CHRIS: You don’t? Because I think you may want to.

EVA: Nooo..

CHRIS: You sure?

EVA: Yes, I’m sure.

CHRIS: Totally sure?

EVA: Yes, very.

MOM: Eva?

EVA: Hide!


MOM: Hi!

EVA: Hi..

MOM: Oh, I’m sorry! Uhm..

EVA: Uhm.. I have company.

MOM: Yes.

EVA: Uhm.. This is..

CHRIS: Hey! Chris.

MOM: Hi. Chris.

CHRIS: Is your name also Chris?

MOM: Yeah, no, my name is Anne Marit.

CHRIS: Oh, okay. That makes sense.

MOM: Yes.

EVA: Yes.

MOM: I’m sorry for just.. I didn’t know Eva had a boyfriend.

EVA: We’re not together.


MOM: Yes, but that’s.. You’ll figure that out.. Okay.

EVA: Oh my God.

CHRIS: Oh, well.

EVA: Why did you stand up?

CHRIS: I had to introduce myself. I was raised well. You have to say hi to people.

EVA: You could’ve introduce yourself another time!

You blamed me as if you had done nothing wrong.
—  fuck you

Okay, I gotta say a lot of these Tony posts are making me really sad? You guys, so much work goes into every show. To say that any of them “don’t deserve” awards is really mean. Every single show has such amazing thought and creativity and each is incredible in its own way. Please stop putting down one show because you want another to win. It’s disrespectful to so many writers, so many directors, actors, producers, techies, even fans, who hold these shows near and dear to their hearts. The Tonys are to recognize the talents and beauty of the incredible theatre we have on our beautiful Broadway stages right now, not to bash the ones we don’t like. Enjoy the beauty of theatre, okay?

Pinecones of Mass Destruction

In a Pathfinder game, our party gets attacked by some necromancy types accompanied with hordes of the undead. It gets to be my turn, playing my Vanara (monkeymonk) I scale a tree. The following ensues come the next round:

Me: I grab a pine-cone, aiming for one of the suspiciously robed figures below me…

DM: I’m not gonna put much behind that as a weapon…I mean, it is a pine-cone.

Me: And I pelt the thing at the guys head. (Rolls Nat20)

DM (laughing): O-okay…Roll again!

Me: (Rolls another NAT20 thereby insta-killing the poor sod I aimed at.)

DM (still laughing. now with everyone else): RIGHT. So you throw this pine-cone so hard, and your aim is so precise that you manage to hit the spot where this guy had some kind of head injury as a child, and just…decimate his entire skull with your pine-cone. He just kind of…slumps to the ground, along with the  six zombies around him. 

So the round goes on, the zombies take their turns, and it falls to me again.

DM: So what are you doing?

Me: …Gathering pine-cones.


This is that fic I was talking about the other day, the one I wasn’t sure I wanted to post. I ended up writing TWO similar but distinct fics (different POV, different ending) based on the premise of this fic because I just kept tinkering with it, so this is the second version. The first one… idk, maybe I’ll toss it or maybe I’ll post it later for the curious among you.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Sterek high school AU, G, 1.7k words

Stiles thinks Scott is joking at first, mostly because he’s laughing so hard he can barely get the words out. “There’s a guy backstage asking for you by name. He’s got flowers.”

Stiles rolls his eyes and goes back to wiping the lipstick off his mouth. After four performances, he can get in and out of the dress and the wig in no time flat. He can even walk in heels without too much wobbling. But the lipstick? Bane of his existence. It still takes him a good five minutes of careful wiping and rubbing with petroleum jelly, and even then his mouth always has this odd orangish-coral tinge by the time he goes home for the night. By that point he’s usually too frustrated by the whole thing to even begin to bother with cleaning off the mascara.

Thank god this is closing night, and in a minute they can all go out for tacos and Stiles can set to work forgetting about lipstick for the rest of forever.

Scott’s still hovering at the door, anticipatory. “I think he likes you. Like, like-likes.”

“Ha ha,” Stiles says flatly. He tilts his head to the left and then to the right in front of the mirror, angling his face up into the lights. “Do you think I got it all?”

Scott gives him a careless glance. “Yeah, sure. Looks fine. But no, seriously, the girl who sells the tickets told me he’s shown up to every single performance.”

Scott isn’t joking. He’s laughing at Stiles (and okay, if their positions were reversed, Stiles would totally be laughing at Scott, too), but he isn’t joking. Fuck. Not even Stiles’ dad has come to every performance. 

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RFA as text messages from 404

So i mean its totally possible i got the idea from my lovely friend over at @misspeggy-longleggy i mean psh no its totally original kiDDING but hey i love you my friend you’re so smart <3 <3 <3 so y’all should check her original one!!!!!









Bts reacting to you sending a cute, caring message!

You: [Hi babes I know you’re busy but please eat and take breaks. Don’t overwork yourself! I want you home in one piece, well more like I need you home in one piece. You’re my best friend and I love you so much! I don’t know what’d I do with out you. You’re truly one of a kind and I’m so lucky have you be mine ♡] 


*See’s his phone light up and notices its you. Does his cute, shy hand-over-mouth thing*

Him: [Aish I love you too baby you’re too cute~ Why would you make me a mess right now when I have lots to do… Its okay though darling. I’ll be home soon! ♡]


Him: [Who put you up to this?]

You: [What do you mean?! Let me be nice for once -_-]

Him: […Thank you love, you mean a lot to me too and I also care for you dearly… I’m still suspicious though…]

*Still feels warm and fuzzy. Is grateful you sent a cute text because cuuuuute~*


*Gets super excited and starts jumping everywhere* *sends you a selca bc why not*

Him: [Ahhhh jagiyaaaaa you’re so cute! I love you my small porcelain doll! I hope you’re taking care of yourself too. I want you to be healthy my little angel! ♡]


*Is confused and a bit surprise*

Him: [Oh thanks babe. I know I don’t say this a lot but I love you so much. Please take care of yourself too ♡.]

*slightly smiling bc you thought of him*


*heart eyes to the max* *squeals*

Him: [Jagiiii oh my god you are so cute! I may be busy but come visit me okay?! I need to see you and give you hugs and cuddles and we can go get ice cream! Come during lunch yeah? I love you!!]

*starts showing everyone else* “Look at this cutie!”


*blushy Blushy BLUSHY* *Also tries to hide his phone*

Him: [Baby this is unexpected. I love you too, take care of yourself! To be honest you made me flustered and you’re not even here… do you see what you do to me!? ♡]


*laughs to himself*

Him: [Aww you looooove me you little loser~ Don’t worry I love you too! Take care of yourself also okay? I’ll see you later honey, you can show me how much you care for me then ;)]

i need a bright morning to wake me up (and you)

“are you staring at me?” jonas’ eyes are still closed shut, but the morning light is pushing past the closed blinds and he can make out a familiar shape next to him. he feels a puff of air on his face and as he opens his eyes, he is faced with a grinning mikael.

“maaaybe,” replies mikael, squinting his eyes at jonas grinning shyly. and man, that stupid, beautiful smile makes his chest tighten in a weird, heavy way. jonas rolls his eyes and mutters, “creep”. he tries to turn away, hiding his smile from mikael, who manages to take a hold of jonas’ hand instead. “noooo,” mikael whines as he drags jonas back around and wraps the other boy’s arms around himself. “you’re just a very cute sleeper.” mikael’s face is pressed against his neck as he speaks, and jonas can’t help but let out a soft laugh as he lets his finger slide through mikaels untidy morning hair. 

“you’re not cute when you’re sleeping.” mikael pulls away from his neck, putting on his best “fake offended” look and lets out a “whaaat?” jonas’ smile widens. “well, i don’t watch you sleep, ‘cause i’m not a creep.” mikael tries to push himself away, but jonas only laughs and tightens his hold around mikael. mikael settles against jonas’ chest and plants a small kiss on his right shoulder. “idiot,” he mumbles against jonas’ skin, and jonas feels a slight shiver running through his body. “you’re very cute while watching other people sleep tho.” mikael laughs against his shoulder as he tilts his head up and kisses jonas’ chin.

they are lying so close that jonas can feel mikaels heart beating against his own chest. it’s all so new, and yet it feels strangely familiar. like the way mikael looks at him, and the way the other boy fits against him. somehow it feels like it has always been this way. the two of them, intertwined, with soft words and stupid laughter. 

jonas looks down into mikael’s dark brown eyes, and just as mikael meets his eyes, a beam of sunlight falls over mikael’s face. it’s like a paint brush just stroked over him, because suddenly mikeal’s eyes are golden. like how an ocean glitters when the sunlight bathes in it. jonas has to catch his breath because it feels like all the air has just left his body.

mikael blinks and moves his hands softly so they’re on each side of jonas’ face. somehow, they move simultaneously and their lips touch, moving slowly against each other as the morning light turns brighter. it’s so soft and yet jonas feels like he still can’t breathe properly. mikael just does something to him, he can’t even explain it. he just feels so much.

his hands are now in mikael’s hair, who is half lying, half sitting on top of him. jonas pulls mikael down closer to him, but all of a sudden he can feel mikael freezing under his touch. “did you hear something?” mikael’s eyes are suddenly wide and attentive, and his head moves to his door. before jonas can answer, mikael’s face turns horror-struck before whispering in a high-pitched voice: “it’s my parents.” jonas can’t even begin to react before mikael jumps off him, and before jonas knows what is happening, he is lying face first on the floor. 

all jonas can think when he is lying on the floor listening to mikael hurrying out to meet his parents is ‘AGAIN? FUCKING AGAIN?’. how can this happen again? the same exact thing happening twice, with two completely different people? how? he wonders what makes people think that he enjoys being pushed down on to the floor. he can hear mikael telling his parents he’ll be up in a minute. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” mikael says in a hushed voice as he frantically collects his clothes, which are spread out all over his room. jonas can only think of one suitable response to this whole situation: as mikael is rushing out of the room, jonas raises his hand and gives mikael the finger. 

later, when he tells eva, she almost chokes from laughing so hard.


Okay… so… this happened!
Couple days ago I reached another thousand and I decided to do another follow forever, since I unfollowed a bunch of people and followed a bunch of new blogs too.
First of all I just wanna thanks Father Styles for being such a gift for all of us this year. Second, I just want to say thank you so much to all my mutuals for being so kind and adorable with me 100% of the time, for supporting me and ignore all the shit posts I do! 
And a massive thank you to all my AMAZING, BEAUTIFUL, ICONIC followers for being so incredible all the time, for following me when would be easier to hit the unfollow button. I love you all very much a lot.

I tried to do this in the best way possible, and a lot of people who I love changed urls and now I don’t know who are who. And I’m a mess so… 

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