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[CONTAINMENT BREACH]

While we are not yet at the part, I wanted to give this bonus to the readers as a thank you for 5000 followers! The 5k wallpaper is gunna be posted when the episode ends because of spoilers, but please enjoy this phone background! Thank you for reading! I appreciate everyone giving this little story a read and passing it around. It gives me such joy. I hope you enjoy the path ahead as much as I am looking forward to sharing it with you!

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My favourite underrated thing about Louis de Point du Lac is that he truly is the least curious vampire to ever be made and he does not give fuck about vampires despite being one.

Its Claudia who goes to libraries, reads the folklore, tries to learn as much as she can and pushes Lestat for answers about who made him and where the others are. Claudia says Vampire Pride and Louis says hmmm Vampire Tolerance.

And Louis...truly does not care about vampire history,law, culture. He's never even thought to ask. There are vampire laws?...ok...Lestat never cared about them and he's not going to either, lol. He's broken a few and he will continue to do so. Oh you have a coven? he's not gonna join it, he's gonna do his own thing. but good for you good for you.

the 500+ year old Coven Leader, he's gonna call Louis, Maitre, actually.

He has fire powers? thats kinda cool. he'll learn that but only cause it lets him vent his feelings about Lestat.

Lestat and Armand say the name of the vampire queen in front of him and Lestat straight up says, "Louis has no idea who that is" and do you think Louis cares, outside of the fact that for some reason it means he can't kill Lestat? No! Do you think in the 77 years he's been with Armand he ever took 5 minutes to ask a follow up question? No!

Do you think he will care about Akasha in season 3? Doubt it! Outside of her obsession with Lestat, who is the only person left on the planet he seems to be able to filter Caring About This Shit through

He blatantly breaks the 3rd law and publishes a book about being a vampire and when the other vampires get pissed not only does he not apologise he literally sends them his location and says 'you wanna fight? lmao don't miss'

I love him. Daniel Molloy is gonna need to bring his A game because Louis will not be solving a single mystery next season, nor would it even occur to him to try.

[sliceofdyke]

dude your golden retriever boyfriend just fucking bit me

[chvoswxtch]

Romcom - with Hotch ? 👀🫶🏼

Girl i’ve been waiting for the right time for you to hopefully take this and do your thing with it cuz you’re amazing. I know it’s specific and long so pls feel free to do with it what you like. Also I’m not sure it fits your movie night theme, so then maybe just keep it for when you maybe do wanna write it???? Here it is, whatever….

K so like hotch and reader are like couple goals, been married long, working through everything and are just downright adorable BUT THEN hotch nearly dies…like for real gets shot in the stomach or something - something real scary. And aaaaall the time he’s mumbleling stuff, reassuringly or scared like: you cant tell my wife she’ll end me or tell her I’m fine, gonna be home for dinner…

But maybe she’s there and she’s trying her hardest to make everybody move, but Morgan is just not having it, making her stay tf back…

When she finally sees him she’s s c a r e d…so terrified of might having actually lost him, of it happening again cuz he will be in these situations again and who is she if not supportive and understanding…just scared and hopelessly in love. bye.

honey you essentially just wrote a whole ass masterpiece on your own

but you asked for my dramatic flair & I am nothing if not a dramatic bitch that lives for the ✨ t h e a t r e ✨

headcannon below the cut

if i stay starring aaron hotchner

derek knew you would physically fist fight him in the middle of that hospital hallway if he even dared to try and keep you out of hotch's room. he kept trying to reason with you, that you wouldn't wanna see him in that state, but you were not in a state of mind to be reasoned with

when you got the call from rossi that your husband was in the hospital, that familiar stone of dread sank in your stomach, nearly sending you through the floor. he didn't say what had happened, not over the phone, but you could hear the fear in his voice, which terrified you

the solemn faces of his team didn't help ease your anxiety, and the grisly details sent your nervous system into a full on meltdown. you could only pick up bits and pieces of what the surgeon explained

gunshot. loss of blood. critical condition. touch and go.

being in the bau was a dangerous job, and hotch had gotten hurt a few times over the course of your marriage, but it had never been this bad

nothing could've prepared you for the sight of hotch bruised and bloodied, laying in a hospital bed, connected to a bunch of wires that were keeping him alive, with an oxygen tube in his nose to help his weakened lungs do the most basic of human subconscious functions

panic, fear, anger, hopelessness, desperation, sadness; all of these emotions were crashing over each other like perilous tides and you were drowning beneath their tenacity

hotch was the strongest person you knew, physically and mentally. he was your rock. to see him reduced to something so fragile and broken shattered something within you. it wasn't like you were foolish enough to think your husband was invincible, but he was smart and cautious, he knew what he was doing. but today reminded you just how human he was

all you could do was sit there by his side and hold his hand while you fluctuated from silent weeping to full fledged sobbing. it didn't feel like enough, but it was all you could do. you couldn't help but replay this morning over and over in your head, analyzing every frame. had you told him you loved him? had you kissed him before he left? had you savored the few seconds before he walked out the door, not knowing that he might not walk back through it?

"don't tell my wife."

you'd been sitting there for what felt like an eternity in silence with nothing but the haunting background noise of beeping machines and chatter in the hallway. it was so faint, you almost didn't hear it. hotch still looked like he was sleeping, and you weren't sure if you'd imagined it or not

"what?"

you leaned in a little closer, and when he let out a deep exhale, the first sign of life you'd seen since you stepped into this room, you almost burst into tears

"don't tell my wife."

his speech was slightly slurred as he mumbled, and you weren't sure if it was due to the blood loss or the anesthesia that was wearing off from surgery

"why not?"

he was so out of it he didn't even seem to recognize your voice

"because she'll kick my ass."

you couldn't stop the laugh that escaped your lips at that, covering your mouth with your hand while the most imperceptible of a smile tugged at the edge of his lips

"I promised i'd be home for dinner."

giving his hand a gentle squeeze, you sniffled and wiped at your damp cheeks with a sad smile

"i'm sure she'll understand if you're a little late."

a sound that was a cross between a snort and a scoff left hotch as one of his thick dark brows subtly arched

"you haven't met my wife."

brushing your thumb over the back of his hand, you reached out with your other to gently push his hair back

"maybe this is a cosmic sign it's time for a vacation."

in the midst of gently carding your fingers through his hair, the next words that left his lips caught you off guard and made you go still

"maybe it's time to retire."

a full minute of silence passed, and then slowly, hotch's eyes opened, and as if drawn by some invisible magnetic force, the immediately found you

the pressure of him squeezing your hand, a silent gesture of not just reassurance, but also his strength returning, had tears welling up in your eyes all over again

hotch slowly turned his head to look at you, his eyes wandering over your face like he was trying to memorize every detail, and then a gentle but weak smile graced his mouth

"I won't be late for dinner ever again, honey."

I made myself emotional and now i'm gonna go cry excuse me

[sugawhaaa]

🕯demon skz masterlist🕯

📜Prologue📜

After committing an unforgivable sin Y/N was banished to the darkest depths of hell. Upon arriving her wings were tattered, broken, and bloody. The devils and forgotten souls sought out the angel in search of her blood and wings to be sold for unimaginable amounts of gold and riches. She fled to an abandoned castle and hid in a storage closet, leaving a trail of crystal blood.

However, the castle wasn't in fact abandoned and instead belonged to the eight lords of Hell. The leader of the lords found the trail of the angel's blood and stumbled upon Y/N. He took her under his wing and gave her a place to live. The lords take great care of her but the angel fails to understand the ways of Hell. In her dismay she goes to the lords to seek advice and understanding.

🕍The sin of faith🕍

🗡The sin of wrath🗡

♟️The sin of pride♟️

🍎The sin of lust🍎

🍇the sin of envy🍇

🏵the sin of greed🏵

🍴the sin of gluttony🍴

💭The sin of sloth💭

Phase two

《Members endings》

The story ends in 8 different ways, one for each member, but some are very loosely connected and they all share a similar output.

Hyunjins ending:love vs lust

Jeongins ending:: coming soon...

I've been writing this in honor of reaching 5k!!! I want to thank all of my sugababies bc this is just crazy and I wouldn't be anywhere near here without every single one of you.

Special thanks to:: @joongiebites @starygw3n @yoongles2025 @surrik-i @starberryhwa @stayarmymoa-atiny @liverspaghett @yukichan67 @sugarnspice630 @liaatiny

Introduction

[homoquartz]

eh went ahead and cancelled my @netflix

yes cancelling dead boy detectives was the last straw but their track record for renewing shows is so goddamn awful regardless.

i can always pick it up again if they release something good, gay, and finished, but bridgerton and heartstopper aint worth it lmfao

[sh1-n0bu]

dan heng, Dan heng IL (hsr, romantic)

Dan heng received a mysterious mail. The letter was cased in a beautiful elegant white and gold envelope. The envelope is decorated with small real golden roses and gold stripes decorating the sides of the envelope. The effort can be seen on the envelope alone about how.. How much emotion is put into this letter.

The letter itself is nothing short of elegance, the hand writing is.. Uniquely familiar to dan heng for some reason. But he couldn't tell why. The letter was unsigned and it is fully unknown who the sender is and how it arrived here.

My dearest dragon,

I wish to be able to stand by your side.. Though you may not remember me, no, i know that you don't remember be, but alas i am indeed was once, and is still, you, your past self's, imbibitor lunae's husband. His "mate" If you will.

My heart broke when i heard the news that he was sent to the shackling prison for a forced rebirth. And it broke even more when i heard that he, well, you, will be banished from the luofu. It has been decades, yet i still wish to be able to see you again. To be able to hold my, was once, lover again.

You don't know how happy- no, ecstatic i was when i accidentally saw you in the devine commission. You looked different, but also the same at the same time. I know it's you, dan feng. We were once, and is still bonded. I wanted to approach you, to hug you, to hold you again. But i hesitated, fearing that i might just be hallucinating. Or that you might no even remember me.

The latter was confirmed when you just asked me for directions, seemingly not recognizing who i am. It broke me deeply, but i do not wish to bring my burdens of the past over to you.

Therefore with this letter, this will be my final and last words dedicated to you. Dedicated to my, was once, lover.

my most beautiful sun.. I wish to be able to hold you again.

𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜! 𝙣𝙤𝙗𝙪’𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙡 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙚!

to: dan heng from honkai star rail

the events at the xianzhou luofu was certainly draining to the astral express crew. if not, more so to certain someone of the crew than the rest simply because it brought back so many old and unfamiliar memories to him. unfamiliar memories, feelings and emotions rushing through him with so much vigor, ones that doesn’t even belonged to him but to someone else entirely. so it would be safe to say that dan heng wanted nothing to do with his past reincarnation and his feelings and memories.

but you can’t just get what you wish for, right?

even after coming back to the familiar warmth of the express and its surroundings, accompanied by the feeling of safety his companions bring, dan heng was still restless. there was this… odd feeling inside him. as if something had been awakened and was begging to be let out for an inkling of a moment ever since he asked a stranger with an eerily familiar face about directions on the xianzhou.

he tried to escape the weird feeling of deja vu by sleeping yet it only served to bring more torment rather than rest that he so desperately seek. in his dreams, he would see his past self — dan feng, with the old familiar faces that he always sees.

there’s the foxian woman — bright, cheerful and full of life — jumping around, giggling at things and bringing forth joy to the group of five. there’s the light blue haired woman, whom he later on recognized as jingliu — cold as the element she wields and yet with a certain hint of warmth alongside it, sipping on wine from the small jade cup. there’s the arrogant blacksmith, yingxing and the former self of blade before he was tainted by mara — laughing along with his friends, pointing a few fingers and saying a joke. there’s jing yuan — younger, more wild, rebellious and with a certain hints of cockiness that his current jaded self lacked.

and then there’s dan feng, his past reincarnation, the one who brought this suffering and pain onto him, the one who is refusing to let him live on, the one who is so cold and cruel and… huh? was he mistaken when counting? why had this group went from 5 to 6? who was this new face amongst the group?

this new face that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere in his dreams, or was it memories?, was kind and gentle yet carrying a hint of strength under it. seemingly a simple man at first glance but proving himself to be more with the way he carried himself. elegant, regal yet so humane. this new man approached dan feng, greeting his fellow friends and comrades with a few jokes and podding here and there as he reaches the former high elder. but when reaching the high elder, the two shared a kiss. the vidyadhara visibly softening, teal eyes staring at the man with hearts in his eyes as his tail wraps around the man’s ankle possessively.

ah, that explains it. they were lovers. or in vidyadhara terms, in dan feng’s eyes, his mate. his other half. the one he promised himself and his life to for the rest of his life. the soft teal colored mark of a dragon on the back of the man’s neck proved it.

seeing them, dan heng felt an odd emotion swirling in his chest. was he… jealous? but how could be jealous when he was dan heng and not his past self? he was dan heng, not dan feng and that man was not his mate. yet he still felt it. that annoying green monster swirling in his chest and refusing to leave. but his jealousy was at least slightly explained when he woke up that morning, with the strange letter on top of his currently reading book.

teal eyes skimming through the letter, taking in every word and syllable, rereading it over and over again, did he come to a conclusion. sudden and unexpected but the astral expressers accepted and supported his decision nonetheless.

“himeko, i need to visit the luofu for… a reason. there’s someone i would like to meet. again”

with that, the dragon set out to reunite with his husband. with his mate. just a single moment to clarify the person’s words on the letter — was what he was lying to himself about. when in truth, he knew that there was more to it. the dragon wanted to meet his husband again. the dragon wished to hold his mate again. dan heng, wanted to reunite with his lover again.

“and this time, nothing will tear us apart”

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Bruce Wayne. 2

.⋆｡Batman’s Kryptonite｡⋆.

Bruce Wayne x plus size reader

Bruce works too hard but unluckily for him, you’re more stubborn than he is

Warnings: reader can be sunburnt, fluff, mentions of showering together, workaholic Bruce

Minors DNI

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

5k Follower Celebration

Bruce was nothing if not a hard worker. He continuously worked himself to the bone to keep everything afloat and for that, you really did admire him. He used his privilege to help so many people both in his day job and his night job but god did you find it hard to spend time with him.

His brain seemed fixated on his goals, even in the quiet moments where there was nothing to do. Nothing ever got his full attention, not even you, his loving girlfriend.

“How long has he been down here?” You crossed your arms over your chest as you observed Bruce who was currently hunched over his new project, blue eyes firmly fixated on the delicate wiring. Alfred sighed heavily through his nose.

“Since the moment he returned from the airport after dropping you off.” Your eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.

“That-“ You took a deep breath in an effort to calm yourself down. “I knew a week long girl’s trip was too good to be true. I’ll take care of this, take a couple days off.” The older man nodded and left the cave with a fatherly squeeze to your shoulder.

As soon as you heard the elevator doors shut, you shed the thick cardigan and long sleeve shirt you were wearing, leaving you just in leggings (that Bruce absolutely went crazy for) and a thin undershirt that did little to disguise the colour of your bra. Your steps were light but not completely silent, it would do you no good to sneak up on the Dark Knight.

Even centimetres away, you could feel the tension in Bruce’s muscles, like he was wound up for a fight. He jumped only slightly as you laid your hands on his shoulder blades but he quickly eased into your tough, letting out a hum of acknowledgement. “Back early?”

“Actually, I’m right on time.” His hands faltered and you knew that his dark brows were pulled up like they always did when he was coming out of a work-related trance. The chair turned yet your hands never left his skin, now resting on his strong chest as he looked up at you. His pupils dilated, slowly overtaking the stunning blue of his irises as he took in your attire.

“Are you sure?”

You chuckled. “I have the sunburn to prove it.” He grunted, obviously not quite believing you, or he just didn’t want to admit that he hadn’t obeyed your suggestion of taking some time off when you were gone. 

“You were supposed to come back on the fifth.” Bruce tried to argue as his eyes flicked back to his work. You knew that look, it was his ‘I want to end this conversation so I can get back to work’ but you knew exactly what to do to distract him.

“It is the fifth, my love. Maybe you need to take a break. How about coming upstairs with me and we’ll have a nice hot shower?” Your touch slowly migrated up his chest to his jaw and Bruce’s eyelids fluttered under the attention. But he just as quickly tensed up again, catching onto your game.

“Sorry sweets, I have work to do.” He attempted to turn his chair back around but you stepped between his spread legs, pinning him to the spot with your body. 

Your bottom lip turned out into a truly award winning pout and you sniffed. “But I missed you baby, I just want to spend some time with you.” You could actually see his will beginning to crumble. One more step.

Tears filled your eyes. “Do you not want to spend time with me?” 

He knew that they were crocodile tears but they tugged at the mass of guilt in his chest anyway. “Do not. I said no. Those puppy dog eyes don’t work every time. Fuck- fine.” Immediately, your tears disappeared and you beamed at him.

“Great! Maybe I’ll also show you the new bikinis I got on the trip.” Bruce groaned and let you pull him to his feet, abandoning his half-finished work.

“You are a cruel woman.” He complained as you dragged him to the cave’s exit. You looked back at your boyfriend with a wink.

“I just know Batman's kryptonite.” You teased and though he wouldn’t admit it out loud, Bruce wholeheartedly agreed. You definitely knew how to get him to fold.

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Celebrating 5k followers (and more!)

Thanks to everyone for reading, following along, and sharing! I am very happy to sit down every day and work on this story, and more happy to see others enjoy it as much as I do. This is the planned wallpaper that I had planned a while ago, but everyone’s kindness has brought many eyes to this story! Welcome, and thank you! Episode 11 has many milestones as we approach the plot’s climax for this season, and it is special to me as it is one of the first episodes I really wrote. Now we are officially in a new, creative era! I hope you enjoy where the story goes!

Thank you for your kindness in the asks and messages. I have saved each one! They bring me such light each day.

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And all my friends on Discord who keep me afloat! Love you all! 🧡💕❤️

[cadriox]

“I wished for it to all be wiped away.”

[doumadono]

Doumadono's ice cream shop event

About a year ago, I made the decision to start writing for my private blog, inspired by my first viewing of Demon Slayer. Since then, a lot has changed, and I've grown as a writer. I've had the privilege of meeting incredibly talented writers and artists, forming friendships that have endured to this day. But above all, I've been able to bring a little joy to my readers and those who trusted me with their emergency requests. A year on, with more experience and wisdom, I can confidently say that pursuing my small dream was the right choice. I want to express my heartfelt gratitude to each and every one of you who chose to follow my little blog. Without your support, I wouldn't be where I am today. Thank you, guys.

To celebrate and add a bit of fun to the mix, I'm opening up my inbox for a few days. This time around, I've got a little ice cream menu for you all. Check out all the details below the cut!

your order should look something like this: I'd like to order a vanilla ice cream cone with sprinkles and maple syrup on top (remember to include your preferred character/s, along with any other details like kinks, AU type, and so on)

Masterlist for the event will be updated with the links upon posting. I'll be sharing the works starting from March 31st and continue until I've fulfilled all the requests. Just a heads up, though: I might not respond to requests that don't follow the event's rules or my own guidelines, or if they make me uncomfortable.

Also, please share this post to help spread the word!

[fakemichaelsheen]

-the ritz-

crowley, glances over at aziraphale: I saw you. telling off the demons in the bookshop

aziraphale, rolls his eyes: yes, well, someone had to. they were being very rude

crowley: yeah

crowley: ...

crowley, clears his throat: you could...do it more often

aziraphale, confused: um, okay. the next time a horde of angry demons invades my bookshop, I'll sort them out

crowley: no, I mean...take control

aziraphale: ...

crowley: whenever you want something. just...do it again

aziraphale: ...

crowley, sighs: I'm just saying you never speak to me like that

aziraphale, frowns: well, of coruse not. why would I?

crowley, deflated: never mind

aziraphale, thinking: do you want me-

crowley: yes

aziraphale: ...

crowley, innocent: if you want. whatever

aziraphale: well, I suppose I could think of something to...tell you off about

crowley, already paying: if you insist, angel

[ramonag-if]

5K Thank You Gift 💖

As a thank you for helping me reach 5000 followers, I will be doing a small thank-you gift. For the most recent update, I got to write some Ahlf scenes, however short they were, and I realised how much I missed his dynamics with the MC so for the 5K milestone, I will be sharing a bonus story based on a scene that will likely never make it into the prologue during edits.

The scene will feature one of the MC's childhood birthdays and how it might have been celebrated in Salt Bay. The only question is whether you'd prefer to read Ahlf's POV or the MC's POV for the story. Let your thoughts be heard 🩷

[chvoswxtch]

thriller- request a deleted scene from any of my one shots/series

do you remember this fantasy? first of all, still obsessed, second of all, now i wanna know how they try and fail to keep their hanky panky a secret from foggy

how could I possibly forget??

I had way too much fun with this. poor foggy can't catch a break

as a reminder, director's cut means it's spicy ! (minors dni)

blurb below the cut

clueless starring matt murdock

Foggy was out to lunch, or at least he was supposed to be.

Hadn’t he just left?

Matt couldn’t remember. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed between his partner walking out the door and him hauling you up on the edge of his desk. He’d gotten lost in the pleasure of your snug slick warmth squeezing his cock like a vice, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, your fingers lightly tugging at his hair and your breathy moans in his ear. His nose nuzzled against your neck as he left open mouthed wet kisses along your skin, nipping at your pulse point, panting and grunting in your ear.

This was supposed to be quick, but Matt had gotten carried away. His arm was wrapped around your lower back, holding you tight against his chest, while his other hand gripped your thigh firmly. Somewhere along the line his fervent thrusting had slowed into slow, deep strokes. He flexed his hips, grinding his pelvis against yours in a way that caused delicious friction against your sensitive clit.

He could feel that you were on the verge of coming, and he wasn’t far behind you, but then the ding of the elevator went off and he could hear Foggy’s familiar voice humming some pop song that he’d gotten stuck in everyone’s heads, and Matt froze.

“Fuck.”

“No no no, don’t stop. Please, I’m gonna-”

“Foggy.”

The mention of your other boss broke through the haze of lust you’d been lost in, and you looked up at Matt in confusion.

“What?”

“Foggy.”

When Matt immediately pulled out and started to stuff his glistening hard cock back into his pants, the frantic repetition of Foggy’s name seemed to click in your brain, and your eyes widened.

“Oh, shit.”

The two of you scrambled to make yourselves presentable, and just a few seconds later, the door of Nelson, Murdock, & Page swung open, and Foggy’s voice called out.

“Matt? Y/N?”

Clearing his throat, Matt adjusted his red tinted sunglasses on his face and adjusted his tie for the seventh time in ten seconds.

“In here.”

Foggy’s footsteps grew louder as he approached the door of Matt’s office.

“Okay so I met with Brett, and he said he could-”

Matt tried to appear relaxed as he sat at his desk, and you were trying to appear as innocent as possible. Foggy glanced between the two of you silently. The two of you seemed…off. He was going to ask, until he noticed that you were holding a stack of papers that you tried to appear busy with.

Papers that were in Braille.

Upon a second glance, he noticed you looked a little…frazzled. Matt’s hair also looked a little tousled, and peeking out beneath his tie was a button on his shirt that was undone. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to put the pieces together. Rolling his eyes, Foggy shook his head and turned to walk out.

“Jesus Christ, Murdock.”

Matt immediately began to stammer out an excuse while embarrassment burned in your cheeks. 

“Foggy, it’s not-”

“We have one rule in the office Matthew!”

Setting the papers down on Matt’s desk, you awkwardly cleared your throat.

“I’m gonna…um…coffee.”

As you practically bolted out the door, Foggy called out to you from his own office.

“I want a muffin for emotional distress in the workplace.”

[lunartoes]

I just realized that I’ve hit a bit more than 5000 followers!  ✨🎊

WOW! Thank you for all your love and support for my blog!💖

🌙 Reblog and Dm me for your present, what are you waiting for ^^

[my-castles-crumbling]

Thank you for 5k <3

Hey guys <3

I just wanted to thank all of you, because today I hit 5k followers! Genuinely, I don't think numbers are the be-all-end-all in fandom. I've said before- kudos, comments, likes, reblogs, subscribers, hits...they don't always define good work. There are thousands of amazing people and ideas out there that have gone unnoticed, and I know there are so many other people in fandom who are ten times more talented and creative than me, and they may not get the attention I do.

However, I do want to recognize that your encouragement, love, and positivity has really done amazing things for my creativity and my ability to work through some tough things. The community that I've found here and in fandom in general has been amazing, and I can't even begin to describe how thankful I am for the friends I have made. It's because of this blog that that happened, so I do want to take the time to celebrate this milestone.

Honestly, I'm not sure how to thank you guys, other than to continue writing and being myself, but if anyone has any ideas, please let me know!

I truly love you all, and I hope you have an amazing day!

<3