#Celebrating my moots and followers

[emmathefanficgal]

Happy Valentine's day to my tumblr friends!

And when I say that I mean : I love you, my followers and moots.

I love you all for making my days less morose and sad with your funny posts and sweet fics.

I love you all for making me feel special when I see you're liking or reblogging something from here.

I love you all for making this little corner of the world a place of affection and fun.

I love your fics, your posts, and your headcanon. I love your rambling about your new, or old, favorite blorbos. I love when you write a dissertation on unknown but wonderful characters. I love when you write your original character so well that it becomes canon. I love when you deep dive in a niche knowledge to give me and others the perfect sentence in a fic.

I love when you're helping me, when you're laughing with me, when you're nice with me. I love our exchange of croissants and blorbos, and gifs and laughs.

You are not all of the same fandom, but you are all very dear to me.

So thank you, from the bottom of my heart, and let this Valentine's Day be the day where I celebrate my love for you all.

[diamonddaze01]

us, again

pairing: ljh x reader genre: angst, vaguely hurt comfort? | wc: 1.3k warnings: none | rating: pg a/n: for my 400 follower celebration -> @strxwberry-skiess requested lyrics lab + “until the day we sing together again, my path to you will never end” (us again) // love you rachel, i hope you enjoy!

Jihoon stood frozen at the door of your apartment, his hand lingering on the doorknob, as if somehow he could will the moment to freeze in place. The warmth of the room, which had once been his sanctuary, now felt unfamiliar, too quiet, too still. You had said you needed space, that you both needed time to sort things out, and in his heart, Jihoon had convinced himself that it was just a temporary pause. He could understand it, after all—relationships were complicated, messy even. He had always been a man of logic, of clear thoughts and precise decisions, but now, with your quiet voice echoing the words that seemed so final, his certainty was unraveling, thread by thread.

The apartment felt too small now, the walls pressing in on him as he stood in the space that used to feel like home. Everything was the same—your favorite blanket tossed on the couch, the cup of coffee you never finished on the counter, the books stacked neatly on the shelf. Yet nothing felt the same. The silence between you both had weight, like a third presence in the room, and Jihoon could feel it crushing him, suffocating him in a way that no amount of air could fix.

He didn’t want to turn the handle. He didn’t want to leave, not when everything inside of him screamed that staying was the only thing that made sense. But here you were, standing a few feet away, arms folded tightly across your chest, avoiding his gaze. His heart ached at the sight of you like that—distant, guarded, yet so painfully vulnerable. Jihoon wanted to reach out, to pull you into his arms and remind you of the quiet moments that had made up the rhythm of your life together. But he knew better. He knew that if he pushed too hard, you’d only pull away further.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he muttered, his voice barely louder than the hum of the refrigerator. He was trying to convince both of you, but the words felt like a lie. He wasn’t sure what he meant by them, but it was the only thing he could think to say. The last thing he wanted was for you to think that you were losing him, that somehow this—this break—meant the end.

But you didn’t answer him right away. You just stood there, arms still crossed, eyes downcast as if contemplating something too painful to voice. Jihoon hated that he couldn’t read your expression, hated how far you seemed to be from him, even though he was standing right in front of you.

“I don’t want this to be the end,” you said finally, your voice small, fragile, almost as if you were trying to convince yourself more than him. The words were a whisper, but they carried the weight of a thousand unspoken fears. Your eyes flickered up to meet his, but it was only for a brief moment before you looked away again, as if you couldn’t bear to see the disappointment in his face.

“I just… I need to figure things out,” you continued, your voice steady now, but there was a crack in it—something Jihoon couldn’t ignore. “I need time, Jihoon. I think we both do.”

The ache in Jihoon’s chest deepened at the sound of your words. He had always thought he understood you, that you both had something unspoken, a connection so strong that it could weather anything. But this… this felt like something he hadn’t prepared for. It felt like an earthquake, a tremor in the foundation of everything they had built, and he didn’t know how to stop the aftershocks from tearing them both apart.

His throat felt tight, constricted by an emotion he couldn’t put into words. “You’re sure about this?” he asked, his voice breaking slightly, betraying the uncertainty he felt. He had to ask, even if he was terrified of the answer.

You nodded, but it was the smallest movement, almost as if you were trying to convince yourself more than him. Jihoon felt something shift in the pit of his stomach—something heavy, like the beginning of a storm. He wanted to reach out to you, to make you understand that he would do anything, anything at all, to make this work. But how could he when you were so determined to step back?

“I’m not going to lose you, am I?” Jihoon whispered, his words barely audible, his heart pounding so loudly in his ears that he could barely hear your reply. He didn’t know what it was—desperation, fear, or the quiet realization that you might not be there when he turned around—but it hit him all at once.

You looked at him then, and it was the kind of look that broke him. Not with anger or frustration, but with the quiet understanding that this was something you both had to go through. Something that wasn’t his fault, but was still a result of everything you’d been through. You stepped closer to him, close enough that Jihoon could smell the faint trace of your perfume, the soft scent of your skin, the little things that made you, you.

“I’m not going anywhere. Not really,” you said, and this time, there was a steadiness to your voice that made Jihoon’s heart twist. “But we have to take a step back, Jihoon. We need to figure out who we are outside of this… outside of us. I need to find myself again, and I think you do too.”

Jihoon closed his eyes at the words, as if shutting them out would make it less real. He wanted to scream that you didn’t need to do this, that he was here, ready and waiting to help you find yourself, to find your way back to him. But the words never came. He couldn’t force you to stay. He couldn’t make this decision for you, no matter how much it tore at him.

When he opened his eyes again, you were standing there, close enough that he could feel the heat of your body, but still not close enough to erase the distance that had quietly grown between you both. Your fingers brushed against his arm, a fleeting touch, and for a moment, Jihoon thought it might be enough to make everything go back to the way it had been before. But you didn’t say anything else. The touch was gentle, tender, but so final in its own way.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you repeated, this time more for yourself than for him, as if reminding yourself that this wasn’t goodbye.

Jihoon nodded slowly, his lips parting but no words coming out. He wanted to say something, anything, to keep you close, to hold onto the love that had once felt so easy. But instead, all he could do was whisper, “Until the day we find our way back.”

You didn’t reply right away, but Jihoon saw the way your eyes softened, the way the lines of tension in your face began to fade, if only just for a moment. It wasn’t an answer, not the kind he wanted, but it was enough for now.

He turned slowly, opening the door with a soft click, the cool air of the hallway rushing in. But as he stepped out, as the door closed behind him with a quiet thud, Jihoon didn’t feel like he was leaving you behind. Not completely. Not yet.

The path between you two hadn’t ended. It was just… paused. And no matter how long it took, no matter how far apart you both might grow in this time apart, Jihoon knew—his path to you would never end.

[shy-writer-999]

tonight's entree: zoro smut! barely proof read. make sure to read the cw! 🍁 🍽️ ❤️

cw: pure smut, afab reader. fingering. dacryphilia. pet names ("girl"). minors don't interact, please!! nsfw content!

when zoro's fingers draw slow, mindless circles around your clit, you lose touch with reality. you can't focus on anything other than the zaps and tingles of pleasure that the swordsman (and your crew mate) is ruthlessly pulling from your core.

"you're just so sweet, i can't stop," he purrs in your ear and you shudder. "you gonna give me another, baby?"

a tear traces a pattern down your cheek as you writhe and moan under his touch. "c-can't zoro," you sob. "it's too much."

he tuts, fingers still moving around your sensitive, inflamed bud.

"you can, though. c'mon, sweetheart. just one more."

his fingers move faster, passing downwards for some of your sticky arousal, which he brings up to your clit and swirls around. it feels ridiculously good, ecstatic and euphoric pleasure ricocheting from your aching core to every limb.

one more delicate circle around your sweet spot and you arch your back. two more and your eyes roll back in your head. three more and your toes curl. four more and zoro pushes his fingers downwards forcefully, like he's pressing a button. a guttural moan—or was that a sob?—escapes your lips inadvertently.

moments later, you give zoro what he asks for—your orgasm. your whole body seizes up and your mind goes blank. white hot pleasure washes over you, so intense that your mouth hangs open and rivulets of tears and drool threaten to cascade over your face.

every tense of your thighs and sweet whine that graces his ears makes zoro smile harder. he loves to see you writhe for him. to see you come undone by something as simple as his fingers on your clit. he watches you climax with greedy eyes.

"thereeee you go," zoro hums, right in your ear, and the deep noise gives you goosebumps. "dirty fucking girl."

dividers courtesy of @issysh3ll

thanks for reading! i hope you have a nice evening tonight, regardless of whatever you get up to! ❤️

[tootditoot]

HEY HEY, IT IS THAT TIME ONCE AGAIN: !!A MERRY CELEBRATION!!

A toast to my 151 mutuals and followers 🎉🎉🎉!

I honestly didn't anticipate this many to take interest in my sketches, let alone have the honor to see and interact with so many creative, expressive and passionate people here, so as per following this blog's tradition of showing my gratitude to you all, all my moots and followers get to be delightful orange critters snuggled in the warmth of a wonderfully fluffy cat 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

I should disclose that It is not accurately 151 orange critters as illustrated but that's because the rest are hidden and sleeping comfortably within the fur :))

And in case you missed it! (and I think this is actually a good reflection of how my art style progressed over time too lmao)

History of the Orange Critter Celebrations

Last orange critter celebration from April 10, 2024 (74 followers)

February 21, 2024 (30 followers)

February 1, 2024 (15 followers)

And the first ever critter celebration was from January 21, 2024 (6 followers)

[theodditylacey]

WE REACHED 100 FOLLOWERS WHOOOOPP WHOOOP

THANK YOU SO MUCH YALL

MOODBOARD STALL COMING SOON!

[crappymixtape]

a love letter // 1k follower celebration

M O R E T H A N B E A U T I F U L T O M E 🎶 love you always, 1000 follower mixtape playlist!

REQUESTS CLOSED // you open your locker to grab a book before heading to class and see a clear cassette case sitting on top of your things. inside is a mixtape, love you always, xoxo, written messily across the orange label. a crinkled piece of graph paper accompanies it, the track list written down, words scribbled next to each song especially for you. an inside joke from eddie that makes you giggle, a flirty note from steve that makes you blush. the songs make you think of swimming in the quarry, of sharing a joint on the stoop, of late night drives and snuck kisses behind the garden gate and snuggling close on the couch watching movies. ( PARTY UNDER THE CUT! )

MIXTAPE INSTRUCTIONS ( REQUESTS CLOSED ) as you listen to the mixtape, choose a song ( an emoji ) below and send me the emoji in an ask here with the appropriate info! *DISCLAIMER: if you miss anything from the ask, i won't be able to answer! i'm gonna try my damndest to answer every ask that comes through, but will close my inbox after the weekend! i'll tag you in you the post when your ask is done! xoxo

💿 SONG LOVE -> tell me which boy you want for this! when you choose this emoji you'll get a song recommendation along with a little fic blurb inspired by the song ( boy x reader ). ✏️ FIC LOVE -> tell me a boy and a genre you want for this! when you choose this emoji i'll provide you with a fic rec centered on your choice of boy and genre ( smut, fluff, angst, series ). 💌 LOVE NOTE -> tell me which boy you want and your mood! when you choose this emoji i'll write you a letter from your boy of choice and tailor it to your mood / what you're needing from them ( boy x reader ). 🤍 WRITER LOVE -> choose a question from this list and i'll tell you more about my writing or process on a specific fic you love or just in general! OR bother me about my WIPS ;)

SMOOCHES FOR MY WRITERS ( FIC & WRITER RECS ) please come through and follow / read these lovely writers. this place was here before i got here and most of these people were here before me, so go go go! read and reblog and shower them with love cos they deserve it! 💋 ily you babies, so glad you're here with me xoxo.

☀ @inkluvs ☀ @fiveraccoonsinatrenchcoat ☀ @carolmunson ☀ @abibliophobiaa ☀ @dukesmebby ☀ @finalgirleddiemunson ☀ @curseofaphrodite ☀ @softharrington ☀ @starrystevie ☀ @acourtofsnakes ☀ @theshireisburning-so-mordoritis ☀ @a-dealwith-god ☀ @keeryshousee ☀ @lofaewrites ☀ @wroteclassicaly ☀ @katyswrites ☀ @schoopsahoy ☀ @andvys ☀ @chestylarouxx ☀ @supernovafics ☀ @superblysubpar ☀ @sswwmmpptthhnngg ☀ @harrywavycurly ☀ @thyme-in-a-bubble ☀ @lovebugism ☀ @sailor-steve-blog ☀ @sattlersquarry ☀ @plainemmanem ☀ @skullrock ☀

@curiositydooropened ☀ @luveline ☀ @stvharrngton ☀ @loveshotzz ☀ @forever-rogue ☀ @forevermoreharrington ☀ @livingintheupsidedown ☀ @annab-nana ☀ @familyvideostevie ☀ @theemporium ☀ @1986harrington ☀ @lucasnclair ☀ @roanniom ☀ @upsidedownwithsteve ☀ @stevebabey ☀ @starryeyedstories ☀ @kimmyiewrites ☀ @softharrington ☀ @hollandweather ☀ @palmtreesx3 ☀ @stevesbabysittingservice ☀ @princessdave ☀ @sweetsweetjellybean ☀ @fettuccin-e ☀ @honeymunson ☀ @usedtobecooler ☀ @aloneinthehellfire ☀ @poguemunson ☀ @myobmaya ☀ @reputationmunson ☀ @sincerelyyoursg ☀ @harringtons-cupid ☀ @spinmewriteround

AND HUGS TO YOU! YES, YOU! XOXO, 💿 KATE

the biggest thank you of all goes to YOU, the person reading this! i used to suffer so bad from imposter syndrome ( i still do from time to time! ), but once i grew the courage to start sharing my writing here ( and you showered me with support and love!! ) i realized just how much i love to write and create with these characters we all hold dear to us. know that i recognize all your handles ( and get so excited when i see you like and reblog!! ) and love seeing you pop up in my notifications.

so thank you!! thank you for your kind words, unhinged hashtags, random messages and memes, and for getting me to ONE THOUSAND FOLLOWERS! i am still in shock! love you so, so much and can't wait to share what i have in store for 2024 ♥️

xoxo, divider love to @cafekitsune!

[apicelladonna]

Hello.....new people, hello! Hello!...if you're wondering who is running this account you may or may not randomly followed because of some unhinged grindeldore or mads related posts- it's me. Antonio the chupacabra-

[alidravana]

Woo hoo!  I've been watching a little too closely for this milestone and we're finally at 400!

In celebration, I’d like to write drabbles of at least 400 words (might be longer, might result in a fic down the road) for the pairing and prompt of your choice!  

Just send me an ask with your pick of any pairing from the fandoms listed below (you all know I’m not picky), and a prompt from one of the lists below.  Feel free to add more context if you'd like, and I'll see if I can rope it in.

For my friends with OCs, you know the drill (aka I'll try my best AND I love writing for you). For my new friends in hockey, please send me requests!

Fandoms I Will Write For: HRPF, Call of Duty (Ghosts, Advanced Warfare, Modern Warfare), SEAL Team (Clay is still alive in everything), 911, Stargate Atlantis, and Hudson & Rex.

Prompt Lists:

This absolutely amazing touch prompt list by @creativepromptsforwriting,

And of course a whumpy option, this prompt list for whumptember!

Thanks everyone for following my crazy multi-fandom, multi-pairing blog!

[mochinon-yah]

Hello everyone ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ノ

Since we're already in December now, it's, of course, tree decorating time!!! Yes, i don't celebrate christmas at all, but having a cute lil tree full of messages is really adorable hehehe

So, if you want to put a lil message for me, then feel free to do so! You can be anonymous too~~

[xiakeponz]

🏮🧨🧨🧨 what are y'all doing for CNY (if anything) and have you put any decor up for 🐍 year?

[korozite]

[diamonddaze01]

고맙다

pairing: ljh x reader genre: hurt-comfort (kae im sorry) | wc: 1.4k warnings: none | rating: pg a/n: for my 400 follower celebration -> @ylangelegy lyrics lab + “i wanted to become your tomorrow so i lived in the today” (thanks) // this is a (kind-of) spin off to us, again (but can be read alone) // kae i am sorry dont hurt me it ends well i swear.

The rain was soft but constant, like a whisper that hadn’t yet learned to quiet down. The sound of it tapping gently against the windows filled the silence of Jihoon’s studio, his hands frozen mid-task as he watched you from the doorframe. You stood there, not quite sure whether to step inside or remain in the hallway, as if the space between you and him was more than just the width of the door.

It had been months. Maybe half a year? Jihoon had lost track of time the moment you’d asked for a break. The day he left your apartment was still a vivid blur, a moment he replayed in his mind over and over, trying to figure out where he had gone wrong. There were a thousand reasons why he’d never reached out. A thousand excuses he fed himself to make it feel like it was just something that had to happen. But in the deepest part of his chest, the place where he kept all the things he wouldn’t say aloud, he still missed you. He still felt your absence every time he walked into the studio, every time he poured a cup of coffee, every time he sat down to write music.

And now you were standing there, a few feet away from him. The ghost of what once was, the thing he’d never let himself forget.

“Can we talk?” Your voice was a little shaky, but you stood there with an open vulnerability, as if you had prepared for this moment even though you were uncertain of the outcome. Your eyes darted between his, as though you were trying to gauge how much of him was still the person you once knew, and how much of him had changed.

Jihoon didn’t respond right away. He didn’t know if he could, not without giving in to the feeling creeping up his throat. The one that said maybe, just maybe, you were still something worth fighting for.

“What’s there to talk about?” he finally muttered, his tone a little too cold, a little too detached. He wasn’t sure how else to respond. He had spent so long building walls around himself, convincing himself that you weren’t a part of his present anymore. He couldn’t afford to let that slip.

You took a step forward, your eyes soft with uncertainty. “I don’t know, Jihoon. Maybe... maybe I’m just trying to figure out what happened.”

There it was—the thing he never let himself think about too much. You asking what happened was like peeling back a scab that had barely healed. He couldn’t ignore the feeling of guilt that gnawed at him when you brought it up, couldn’t ignore the fact that he had failed you in ways he hadn’t even fully realized until now.

Jihoon looked away for a moment, unwilling to meet your gaze directly. He knew what you wanted—what you were hoping for—but he didn’t know how to give it to you. The pieces of him that had been holding onto you were all tangled up in regret. “What happened?” he repeated softly, almost to himself. “I don’t know. I thought maybe if I... kept my distance, kept working, it would get easier. But I was wrong. I guess we were wrong.”

Your face softened, as if your heart had just cracked open a little, just enough to let him see it. “I thought about it, Jihoon. About what we were, what we could have been,” you said quietly, stepping closer, just enough to bridge the gap but not enough to make him feel cornered. “And I thought maybe... maybe I wasn’t the right person for you, or maybe you weren’t the right person for me. But now, standing here, I don’t think I can just keep pretending that’s how it works.”

Jihoon let out a shaky breath, his fingers gripping the edge of his desk as he tried to find words that wouldn’t sound weak. The truth was, he hadn’t wanted to admit how much he missed you. How much he had wanted to fight for you, but had kept telling himself that time would heal everything. That you were just another chapter in his life that needed to be closed, but the more he tried to lock it away, the more it kept coming back.

“I kept thinking... maybe if I just moved forward, if I just stayed focused on what’s next, I’d stop wanting you. I’d stop thinking about you. But that’s not how it works, is it?” His voice was softer now, as if all the bravado had slipped away, leaving only the truth.

You shook your head slowly, the motion so familiar, so comforting, that Jihoon almost didn’t want to look away. “No, it’s not. We never really... gave ourselves a chance to be in the present, Jihoon. We kept thinking about the future, about what we could become. But maybe... maybe we should’ve just focused on today. On what we were, what we still could be.”

His heart thudded painfully in his chest. There it was—the words he had never been brave enough to speak. The ones that had been sitting at the back of his mind, waiting to be freed. “I’m sorry,” he said, the words feeling heavier than they should. “I never gave you the chance to be with me like that. I thought I had time, thought I had all the time in the world to make things right, but... now I don’t know how to do that.”

Your eyes softened, but there was something else in them, something deep that he couldn’t quite read. You took a deep breath, as though you had made up your mind about something, and it was in that moment that Jihoon realized you had never really stopped caring. Not even after everything.

“I was so focused on tomorrow,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the rain, “that I forgot to appreciate the moments we had, the moments that mattered right now.”

Jihoon swallowed hard, feeling like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. “Maybe I did the same.”

You stepped closer, closing the space between you both, and this time, Jihoon didn’t hesitate. He reached out, his fingers brushing against yours, the touch almost tentative, as if waiting for you to pull away. But you didn’t. Instead, your fingers intertwined, and for the first time in months, everything felt... right. Not perfect, not neatly wrapped in a bow, but real.

Jihoon’s eyes dropped to where your hands held his. His voice was barely above a whisper when he spoke. “Can I kiss you?”

The question caught you off guard, and a tear slipped down your cheek as a soft, incredulous laugh bubbled out of you. “Yes, you idiot,” you said, your voice breaking as you reached for him. “Please kiss me.”

And then his lips were on yours. The kiss wasn’t hurried or desperate—it was grounding, steady, and filled with all the things neither of you had the courage to say aloud. Your warmth, the familiarity, the way your hand cradled his cheek—it was everything he hadn’t realized he missed.

When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his breaths mingling with your own. “I missed you,” he murmured, the words so quiet they almost melted into the sound of the rain.

You smiled through your tears, your hands still resting lightly on his cheeks. “I missed you too, Jihoon.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke. You simply stood there, the silence between you no longer heavy, but comforting.

“What are we supposed to do now?” Jihoon asked, his voice quiet, almost unsure. He wasn’t expecting an answer, but he needed to hear it, needed to know if there was a chance for them.

You looked up at him, your eyes filled with something like hope, but also like you knew it wasn’t going to be easy. “We take it one step at a time,” you said softly. “We don’t rush. We just... we just live in today. Together.”

Jihoon nodded slowly, the truth of it settling in his chest like a quiet storm. He had spent too long living in the what-ifs and the could-have-beens. Maybe it was time to stop looking ahead, to stop worrying about tomorrow, and just... live. With you. Today.

And as the rain continued to fall outside, Jihoon held you like you were something he didn’t deserve but would spend the rest of his life trying to. One step at a time, he thought. Today. Together.

[racingliners]

So I had the idea drift into my head of doing some kind of follower celebration (mainly bc so many people have done it this year and it looks like so much fun) but I don't know if I should actually do it/if enough people would be interested

[thetriumphantpanda]

andddd i’d also love an amaretto sour hehe <3 love you!!!!

Amaretto sour, coming RIGHT up!

To me, you'd be Joel's flannel - soft and comfortable, something to keep you warm in the winter, something comforting to wrap around your shoulders after a bad day, or a good day, or any other kind of day in between. Just the kind of thing (and person!) you know you can always rely on to make you feel better! (Lets also pretend he's sipping a lil amaretto sour for the vibes)

Join me for a night at Charlie's Tavern to celebrate 4,000 followers!

[crappymixtape]

✏️ steve harrington & fluff! congratulations on a thousand followers, by the way!! you're an extremely talented writer, i still reread "laugh like lovers, kiss like friends" with CRAZY regularity. but yeah congrats you deserve it!!!

hi, bb!! thank you for this ask too! my fav, fluffy stevie 🥺

REQUEST: steve x fluff fic rec -> i binge steve content like a mf'er, so luck is on your side here! although pairing this down was HARD. enjoy!!

passing notes with bf stevie – @lovebugism ( you're at work with your sweet bf, but after keith gets on you both steve decides to start leaving you sweet little notes • steve harrington x shy!reader, just pure fluff, est. relationship )

@forevermoreharrington – ( literally everything luc writes is so soft and fluffy and never fails to give me butterflies and warm fuzzies 😭 so go! read it allllll • steve harrington x reader, mostly stream of consciousness, some fics, ALL fluff )

"sweet little lies" – @superblysubpar ( • steve harrington x slightly older!reader, SO FUCKING SOFT, illusions to smut )

okay, i could literally go on forever, but i won't – thank you again for everything and all your sweet words, means so much to me!! <333 hope you love these recs!

[dancingtotuyo]

andddd HELLO AGAIN <3

i'd love to see any visuals that you have for high infidelity, because as you know, i'm obsessed with it <3

God I love visuals! Here you go my love! Pictures that almost made it to the moodboard but didn’t!