#thank youuuuuu ed

[simplaertes]

tagged by @felwinterpeak to put my playlist on shuffle and share the first 10 songs!!

I'm Not Ok by Weathers

Giorno's Theme by covered by Friedrich Habetler (remember when this was trending on tiktok?? throwback)

Sooner by The Low Blow

Karma by AJR

Sex n'Drugs by Abhi The Nobad, ft. Copper King and Harrison Sands

Boyz II Men by KIRBY

San Marcos by BROCKHAMPTON (another wild throwback)

Fall For Me by Sleep Token

I'm Afraid I'll Go To Heaven by Moon Walker

Walk Man by Tiny Meat Gang

wildly eclectic. i wish so bad it was more pretentious or mysterious. but... yeah. covers my taste pretty well JFKDLA;FJS.

tagging!! ummmm @atlasxspeaks @ziinnias @fjorrd i wanna see what y'all get

[luvlyycy]

I know that you know that I know you like Ed from SF so could you write him literally breaking your back? Thanks 😋

"it's fine to be a pervert, baby." he grins, watching as you turn your head over your shoulder— batting your eyelashes at him, "then.. can i.. call you..– d, daddy?" .

ed thinks you must be some sort of curse, or a vixen because you get his blood boiling so much just by doing absolutely nothing.

"y- yeah . call me daddy, i'll be your daddy, 'kay?" he watches you nod as he rubs his swollen cock on your slit, the fat tip rubbing against your clit. "so fuckin' cute.. holy shiii- iit.—" he cuts himself off by laughing, hand still wrapped from his training before this— he pumps his cock once, twice, then he pushes his tip against your tight pussyhole. you lean your head against the soft pillow in front of you, hands grabbing onto the same pillow anticipation bubbling up in your veins.

he places his hand on your lower back, slowly rocking his hips forward gently, your cunt swallowing up his dick— only halfway in, he notes. you gasp lightly, one hand reaching back to spread your cheeks, the thought of him seeing you all needy n hungry for dick making your body heat up.

he groans , thrusts his cock fully into you, causing you to yelp. his eyes roll back before fluttering shut. "pussy's so tight–," he laughs, one hand wrapping around your wrist, "squeezin' daddy's cock like some nasty whore.". he slides his other hand to the side of your ass, pulling his dick out your cunt and using his hand to slam you back, watching the ripple on your skin.

you cry out a soft mewl, feeling him continuously fuck in and out of you, the thought of going gentle on you fleeting. the bed begins to creak like a mantra, only background noise to the loud slapping, squelching, and moaning that comes from your drool-laced lips. ed removes his hand from your wrist, noting how it just flops down to your side— he uses that hand to grab a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back and leaning forward. his blonde hair tickles your skin as he presses his cheek to your neck, his heavy balls slapping against your drenched clit.

"ya like this, mama?"

"mmggh... fuck— fuuhh-ckin, love it—"

"uh-huh. feels good, right? 'n who's makin' ya feel this good?"

"it's youuuuuu, dadd-- dyyy.. youu..!"

he nods against you, "yeah that's right. daddy's makin' ya feel good. 'n guess what?" he stopped talking as if you were gonna respond, but only got whining in response, "daddy's g'nna fuck a baby into this naughty pussy." he laughs when he feels your cunt tighten around his cock, trying to cream him already.

he mumbles a 'c'mere' as he leans backward, causing you to attempt to lean up, arms feeling like jell-o. "aww, baby girl is weak. okay okay, i'll help ya, sweetheart." he straight up giggles, placing his hands on your chest as he slows his hips, making sure not to knock you down. he then wraps his arm around your stomach, other hand on your cheek as he turns your head towards him.

"open up, tongue out." he grins when you obey, his fingers damp with your saliva.. poor baby is drooling so much, he thinks. he begins to pump his cock slowly into your sensitive cunt, causing his mind to wonder if you've already came since you're squirming so much. he lets his mouth fall open, thick tongue dragging against yours as he lets a thick glob of spit run down his tongue and into your mouth.

he doesn't tell you to swallow, but you do, and he lets out a deep groan from the back of his throat. ed speeds his hips up again, still licking at your tongue as he fucks erratically.

your moaning is so loud at this point, that it's echoing off the walls and shooting straight to your boyfriend's cock. "g'nna cum soon, schatz— (sweetheart)—" his accent thick as he presses multiple kisses to your fucked out face, babbles of 'inside' spilling from your filthy mouth, drool sloppily dripping down your chin and your neck.

he babbles in german, thrusting his cock into your cunt all the way, pushing you and him over the edge— a loud moan falls from his lips, voice cracking as your mouth falls open in a silent cry before squealing, spurts of squirt dripping from your pussy and onto the blue sheets on ed's bed.

he breathes slowly, pressing open-mouthed and wet kisses to your cheek, sometimes catching your tongue since it was still lolled out your mouth. he notes that your eyes crossed when he came inside.

"mmggh.. keep all my cum inside, liebling," the hand on your cheek slapping a few times causing the tears on your cheeks to splash a bit, "what a pervert you are, ah?" he smiles and tilts his head to get a better look at you when you shake your head no. cute.

"noooo??" he talks softly and laughs when he speaks, "whatcha mean no, babe? you aren't a pervert?"

"nuh-uhhh." you whine, shaking your head again.

ed stifles another laugh as he borderline hugs you, grinning against your skin, his blonde hair wet with sweat.

"you're g'nna be the death of me."

for yeewwwww my loooovvvveee !! (sowwy m so late !!)

✶ — do not translate, copy n paste, or do any sort of plagiarism with my work as that is illegal. all work belongs to me (@luvlyycy.tumblr)

[justhere4thevibez]

MY BABY IM SORRY YOURE POORLY.

I would like both sick!eddie and sick!chrissy headcanons with what the other would do to help them feel better.

More asks incoming.

Ahhh thank youuuuuu!!!

Okay, Eddie and Chrissy would be total opposites both when sick and when taking care of someone else who's sick.

Eddie's such a hoverer when Chrissy's sick, but he doesn't really know what to do. He can, like, heat up soup from a can and put on a movie and stroke her hair, but he doesn't really know how to practically take care of someone while they're sick. He just wants to help. Unfortunately for him, Chrissy's absolutely a "leave me alone to die" person when she's sick. She doesn't want anyone around and would rather stew in her own misery. Eddie, of course, doesn't allow that, and Chrissy gradually learns to let him take care of her.

Chrissy's the total opposite when Eddie's sick. She knows exactly how to take care of him, what cough syrup to buy, how to check for temperature, all of that, but she doesn't really know how to comfort someone when they're sick. Her mom never did for her (which is partly why she's so averse to being comforted while sick) so it's a skill she has to learn. And she learns most of it when Eddie takes care of her and has to put it into practice once he falls ill.

When Eddie gets sick, he's a total drama queen about it. He needs all the petting and comfort and sympathy, and he absolutely milks that shit for all its worth, pathetic coughs and everything. Chrissy falls for it the first time, until Wayne comes home, sees Eddie sniveling dramatically while wrapped up in a comforter when he'd been almost fully recovered the night before, and yanks it off his shoulders with a "quit your playacting ed" and then Eddie sheepishly admits that maybe he's on the mend after all.

[niamhings]

Indian ocean friday post fuc*ed dudee. Like so good. I love you for this. Heck yeah

🫨 I wasn’t expecting people to like Indian Ocean Friday so much 💕💕💕. Thank youuuuuu. Here’s a sea turtle:

[sassydefendorflower]

all your wips sound sooo interesting but i need to ask about the european roadtrip au

Ohhhh, you picked a funny one! :D

The European Roadtrip AU was my answer to all the FMA Modern AU fics that were inexplicably American when FMA is clearly influenced by the UK and Germany. I mean, look at their particular flavor of fascism!

And it turned into this asdfghjkl

"When we planned this whole endeavour, we might have forgotten one important detail... none of us are legally allowed to drive." The shocked silence was only interrupted by the cheerful song of the birds veering for attention in the linden above. Berlin in early spring didn't yet smell of car fumes and wet concrete, the first flowers blooming all around them as if they had forgotten that this was Germany's largest (and probably dirtiest) city. "But you said you knew how to drive a car!" Mei was the first to recover, her black and white cat hiding in the hood of her sweater - probably planning its next attack. Ed threw his arm up in exasperation. "I can! I have a learner's permit, and Izumi's been taking me out on empty country lanes since I was fourteen! As long as the car's an automatic, I can drive it!"  "So, what's the problem then?" "I'm not eighteen yet? If a cop stops us and wants to see my driver's license we're fucked. Busted. Dead. They have to take one look at us and it's over."

Most of the outlined plot for this one can be summed up with "they are idiots, your honor" <3

Thank youuuuuu <3 <3 <3

[oneforthemunny]

If you’re still matchmaking can I please get my perfect Eddie?

Favourite Movie/TV Show? Eternal Sunshine/Midnight Mass

Extroverted or Introverted? Verted

Fictional Character? Corey (Liv Tyler) in Empire Records

Dream Vacation Spot? Joshua Tree

Drink of Choice? Spicy Margarita/Black Coffee

Thank youuuuuu <3

god i just have to go with rockstar!eddie.

i think it's the corey mason, cool girl, of it all that really just makes me think of him. i almost went modern!eddie with this but then joshua tree and black coffee?? it just feels very perfect for rockstar!ed so it's a match!

[edsbacktattoo]

JAMS MY BELOVED DARLING LIFE PARTNER FOREVER AND EVER!!! i don't know what i would do without you. i can't remember not knowing you. i adore you with my whole entire stupid heart. i'm so happy you're in my life, i love you!!🖤💜❤️💛✨

KAITLINNNNN I FUCXKKIN

I FUCKING LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the world is challenging and full of woes but the trials and hurdles are made worth it for PEOPLE LIKE YOUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i’m literally going to love you forever. i’m obsess ed with you. thank you for being exactly who you are. 🖤💜❤️

[theprisonerandthebeast]

Heyy

About your recent post..Can u write a fic with all the characters that you mentioned (coz I love'em all sm) but focusing mainly on remus and sirius..? And the theme could be fluff but some angst alongside it would be awesome (one with a happy ending only though😭)..

And you could make it a college/university au...

Thank youuuuuu 🥹

I don't know when this became about Regulus and Sirius but it did. I'm sorry. There are some cute wolfstar moments though. :) Love you.

also very slight TW Sirius says some crazy shit bc i always assumed he would say the most nasty disgusting shit in an argument, sorry (i tried not to overdo it but he's the queen of dramatics, let's be real)

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It was Regulus’s first day at his new school and while he’d never admit it, he was anxious. Being a freshman in college is nerve-wracking, he thought. Of course, his mother and father made him go to the college Sirius had already started at to keep an eye out for him. It felt like all Regulus was good for anymore was spying on his brother. 

James was there, too, of course, Regulus thought. Nobody ever told him this, but he knew Potter and Sirius followed each other around like lost puppies. 

However, in only his first class (a Gen-Ed) he was surprised to see Sirius with not James Potter, but Remus Lupin. It happened in an instant, Sirius was walking into class late, scanning the room, and apologizes half-heartedly to the teacher (“Excuse me, professor” “Yes, yes, sit down”). Sirius catches his eyes with Lupin and smirks, then swiftly walks toward the empty seat next to Remus and sits. 

The professor, Dr. Sokoloff, starts the roll call. Sirius wasn’t paying attention until he heard Sokoloff cry, “Black, Regulus!” and Reg raises his hand. Sirius looks frantically around the room until he spots Regulus. Regulus looks at him with an icy cold stare but Sirius smiles and waves sarcastically as the professor calls his name next. 

The whole class, Remus and Sirius kept whispering to each other. If only Reg could hear what they were saying…

When the class was over Regulus strode to Sirius and said, “So where’s your Potter boyfriend? Or is he your new boy-toy?”

Sirius felt his heart drop, “Fuck off, Reg. And if you come near me again, I’ll beat you so hard it’ll remind you of Dad.”

Regulus sneered, “To my knowledge he only ever beat you; must’ve been cause he loved you so much, traitor.”

Sirius grabbed Regulus by the front of his shirt, came real close to him, and whispered, “I’m not kidding Regulus, I’ll fucking kill you.” 

Remus pulled Sirius away as the rest of the class that hadn’t left yet watched. Sirius smiled evilly and spit in his brother's face as Remus drug him out the door.

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Remus drug Sirius all the way back to their dorm. When he unlocked the door, James and Lily, their roommates, very suddenly moved away from each other as if Sirius and Remus walked into something they shoudnt’ve. 

“Woah, we were just… hahaha, y’know, we-” James started, but stopped when he saw the look on Sirius’ face, “What happened?” 

And Sirius just fell apart. For two years, he thought he was safe. He had been here at this school for TWO YEARS with nobody bothering him. And of course, Reg had to ruin it, like everything. Like he ruined his childhood. Like he ruined his time at Hogwarts. Like he ruined his relationship with his parents. It all came rushing back. 

 “It was- It was-” Sirius started to say through tears, but couldn’t make it out. 

“It was Regulus” Remus said for him, putting a hand on his back. 

Lily gasped, “He’s here? At UCL?”

“YES! HE’S HERE! AFTER ALL I'VE DONE TO GET AWAY FROM THEM!” Sirius yelled, through huge heaves of breath, finding his voice back. He turned to punch the door but Remus stopped him, hugging his arms tight around Sirius. 

“No, baby, it’s okay, it’s okay” he repeated, in a hushed tone over his partner’s sobs. Sirius falls to the floor and kicks the ground. He knows he’s being emotional but he can’t help it. He wanted to yell and kick and scratch at himself. He wanted to punch and scream and jump up and down. He wanted to jump off a building and know what it felt like to really fly.

Remus seemed to sense this and took Sirius to bed with him and held him until he fell asleep, half an hour later. 

Weeks later, all filled with Reg snooting his pointed face at Sirius, James, Lily, and Remus, the semester was coming to an end. 

The two brothers had only talked to each other the one time, and Sirius would only be happier if he hadn’t needed to speak to him at all. 

However, History was getting more and more bleak. He could feel Regulus’ ugly stare at him from across the room and it felt absolutely adamantine. “Does Reg ever look at the fucking board or is his attention always on me? Does he think we’re gonna start making out in the middle of class?” Sirius whispered to Remus during one particularly awkward staring session and Remus snorts. But when he looked back at Reg to give him a dirty look, Regulus looked miserable. He looked depressed and it almost made Sirius so happy he fell out of his chair. He looked harder and- was he crazy?- it looked like Reg felt bad or guilty. “Serves him right…” Remus whispered. 

In the last week of the semester, Sokoloff constructed an idea for a final project, however, the students could not pick their own partners. “It will be based on the roll call list, therefore, you will be partnering with the person before you on this list. NO exceptions. Partners are as follows: Eliza Ableman and Marcus Abner, Allison Alexander and…” started the professor, but Sirius didn’t need to listen. He already knew who was before him on the roll call list. He looked at Remus and sighs, “this is gonna suck.” Remus (who knew he was paired with Kennedy Larson, another star student) said, “for you, yeah.”

3 days later, in the library, Regulus and Sirius sit across from each other at an overly large table. Regulus has his backpack on the table with notebooks, a laptop, pens and pencils, and multiple textbooks spilling out.

Sirius simply has a drink sitting on the table in front of him. 

“Where’s your shit?” Reg says, “...and what the hell are you drinking?”

“A pink drink? From Starbucks?” Sirius said, as if Regulus was stupid. 

“Where’s your stuff?” Regulus repeats, annoyed that Sirius chose to answer the unimportant question. 

“I figured since you’re such a git, I’d let you do the project yourself.” Sirius said, “I just stopped by to tell you, bye.” He said, pushing his chair from the table, starting to get up. 

“Wait, Sirius…” Regulus says. 

“What? I’m not helping you.”

“Thats not what I want.”

“What do you want then?”

“I want to… I want to make up.” Regulus admits, with a defeated sigh. 

There is a moment of silence. 

“Let’s just do this project together and see how it goes. It will take work to repair this relationship, but I’m ready to do that.” Reg says. 

“And you think I’m not?” 

“I never said that.” There is another silence. 

“I’m not talking to Mum and Dad anymore," Regulus added. 

“Fine. Let’s do this project together.” Sirius says and sits back down. 

Remus, James, and Lily are stalking from far away. 

“I guess the Black brothers are finally making up, huh?” saidJames. 

[punemy-spotted]

choosing questions was hard bc i feel like we've talked abt everything before 🤔

Post a snippet from a wip.

What is your favorite location and position to write in?

What area of writing do you feel strongest in?

What area of writing do you want to improve in?

What’s something about your writing that you’re proud of?

No i had the same problem i tried so hard I love youuuuuu

To the surprise of literally no one, I rambled, so all of this is going to be under a cut for the sake of everyone's dashboard.

Content Warnings for the Snippet: Discussion of death, Religious characters, Mention of Religion in a Small Town, Religious Control/Corporate Control, AGGRESSIVELY PRO-UNION OPINIONS

Want some more? Here's the fanfiction writing asks!

Post a snippet from a wip.

There’s a whole different kinda worship that comes from strangers sittin’ ‘round a table breakin’ bread an’ formin’ bonds. You knew it from your daddy’s own congregation an’ those Sunday suppers your momma arranged each week. You know it now from the warm surety of Curtis Everett’s hand on yours, keepin’ you from losin’ your footin’ on that trick step you ain’t had time to fix — bet you I can get Ed to take care of that  tomorrow — and the sound of hurried conversation bubblin’ outta your front parlor, house still buzzin’ with life. Shit, Curtis’s swearing nearly startles you outta your skin all over again as you both stand on the front porch, stompin’ the day’s coal dust off your shoes, forgot there was a meeting tonight. Foreman’s gonna have words for me, no doubt. Meeting is a cute word for it — s’the way things go, get the lonely and the friendless to start airin’ grievances an’ suddenly they ain’t so lonely nor so friendless anymore. A man with a wife an’ children might think twice about givin’ the company a reason to tear away the roof over his family’s head, divin’ into his future tomb day after day, respirator an’ headlamp in hand, but a man with nothin’ to lose is a man with a bone to pick with the only industry in town capable of puttin’ food in his belly on a daily basis — so long as he survived to see his next meal. Unions, you got used to hearin’ back in your own Holler, are the Lord’s way of puttin’ His protection back into a man’s own hands. Too bad them folks at P&R’d forgotten that sorta conventional wisdom. You’re allowed t’be late, for walkin’ me home, you tell him, letting the light of the house illuminate your smile as you open the front door.

What is your favorite location and position to write in?

I feel like this always changes depending on my mood. I still love sitting at my desk with my laptop on a riser so that I'm not completely killing my back with bad posture. Using my mechanical keyboard to write makes me so happy, and I can really only do that on my desk if I want to be nice to my already repeatedly injured wrists — thanks, crocheting. Plus, since I tend to edit by handwriting, it means I'm not hunched over my notebook and re-herniating my spine.

What area of writing do you feel strongest in?

Oh man. Uh. Nothing? Maybe the character development, even though I know I have a slightly unconventional way of writing Reader-inserts. I really really get passionate about making my Reader-inserts feel like real people, like they would actively be a part of and have a hand in the growth of the world that they live in. Even my oneshots, I've written out pages and pages of backstory about why the Reader is doing what she's doing, what brought her to where she is now. Do I ever really expect to be able to explore it? No, but that's not the point. The point is that they are real to me, and I always want the people reading my fics to feel like they have become someone while reading the story. I want you to feel immersed. Transported.

What area of writing do you want to improve in?

Uhhhhh. Everything? Dialogue, probably, but also smut. I have no idea how to write smut. I'm not joking or being like... humble about it either, everything I write when it comes to smut always feels very... clinical to me — am I a narrator of a nature documentary? I'm definitely working on that.

What’s something about your writing that you’re proud of?

NOTHING BLEEEEHHHHH MY WRITING IS BAD AND I SHOULD FEEL BAD AAAAAAAA—fine, fine uhhhh... I'm gonna say it's probably just the fact that I'm still doing it, honestly. Writing is hard, y'all. Writing for fun when it's something I'm supposed to spend my whole career doing as a lawyer is a choice and it's not an easy one to make, but I'm still here. Slow, sad, a little crispy on the edges, but here. Support your local writer, y'all, cuz we're going through it.

[batbetbitbotbut]

Thank youuuuuu! Also re your tags (#it gave me back dancing in a different form#i used to be a ballerina but had to stop dancing due to my EDS progression#but weaving is a close fit for the serotonin I get from it#weaving#fibercraft#handweaving) I too am a lapsed dancer (fatigue and a lack of local groups so everything is now too much) and I am very much hoping that weaving will fill some of the same boxes, in terms of connecting with my body and putting my whole self into it and also getting a rad creative result.

<3

Some loom/weaving ASMR with a new batch of dishtowels on the new Wolf Pup loom. It's been weird to adjust to using 2 treadles at a time, but boy howdy is my core getting worked pfffttt

[nim-lock]

In regards to my inbox: Please! Please refrain from disparaging the works of others in the same breath as praising mine. It’s normal to have preferences and aversions in the media you consume. You can say good things about my work without pushing other people down <8)The thing I’ve learned the most over time is that even though folks may hold differing opinions on things (how they want certain world/internet issues to be resolved, fandom squabbles, etc), a significant majority just want to chill and have a decent time. And their tastes in fiction are simply their tastes, which may be different from yours. Let’s not shit on that, aight? 

[sarah-snook]

Top 5 otp (eds-trashmouth)

1. Reddie

2. Barisi

3. Sterek

4. Stucky

5. Peterned

ASK ME MY “TOP 5/TOP 10” ANYTHING!

[future-dregs]

Rules: Make a new post and spell out your URL with song titles, then tag as many people as there are in your URL (we'll give it the good ol' college try)

Tagged by @radellama thank youuuuuu! 💕(Picking was surprisingly hard)

F-ind My Own Way - Arrested Youth

U-NDER Your Sky - globe

T-een Idle - Marina and the Diamonds

U-nbelievable - Owl City

R-emember The Name - Fort Minor

E-ternally Yours - Motionless in White (Ricky Olson acoustic)

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D-uniyaa - Luka Chuppi/Day of the Dead - Hollywood Undead (couldn't chose between them)

R-ed, White, Boom - Motionless in White

E-tude Op. 25 No. 1 "Aeolian Harp" - Chopin

G-iveaway - Mark Owen/Get Wild - TM Network (again, couldn't choose)

S-oda - Nothing But Thieves

I wanted to keep doubles out, and not lean too hard on one particular artist, but I am using two Motionless songs cause they're both really good and I like em a lot and I wanted to and it wouldn't be me if I didn't ^_^

I'll tag...@nitghowl1600 @bipolarhawkeyepierce @moodyvoid @liveandletrain @ghostinthemotif @candymuse @eijunst @biromantic-nerd

Have fun guys! And have a wonderful weekend 🧡

[rhaenella]

It’s here. The audio smut fic 😍

A little backstory: on a random monday morning, @xeresmalfoy and I were thirsting over the virtues of Ed Speleers’ voice… well, one thing led to another and this wonderful woman decided to write the fic of the year! Thank you thank you thank youuuuuu darling ❤️

Now all of you, go read it and show her some love!

Merry Christmas to you all !!!

As promised, here is a very fluffy and smutty two-shot to celebrate the end of the year and the beginning of a new one, with - I hope - a lot of new Briannet stories to come !

[epersonae]

just dropping by to say that i'm *super* excited for your upcoming longfic, and i hope you're having a good day :)

Thank youuuuuu, I am excited and nervous, feels like my ambition may have outpaced my skill but I'm doing it anyway!

Also yesterday was a very nice day, I drove out to the ocean, climbed to the top of the tallest lighthouse in the state, bought some pretty yarn, and sat on a beach and thought about Ed painting.

[sad-boi-shit]

hello, random anon floating throughout the ed tumblr community to remind every single one of y’all of how proud i am of you. i not too long ago was in your exact spot and it truly is one of the most brutal things, dealing with an ed of any sort. i’m not going to waste my time by telling you to leave this unbelievably toxic community as it is something we all have to learn by ourselves. i just wanted to pop in and say that i see how much pain you are in. your suffering is not in vain. no matter your cw, sw, gw, or the duration of your ed, your disorder is just as valid and deserves as much love and care as everyone else. weather everyone around you has noticed or no one has, i see you and your pain. it’s not easy surviving this far and you should be so unbelievably proud of yourself. i know i am. just please keep hanging in there. give yourself a bit of a break. you deserve it after all you’ve been though. hopefully you start recovery sooner rather than later, but that’s up to you. i cannot wait for you to find peace within that you oh so deserve to have. i see you and i’m proud of you <3.

oh my godd, thank you so much!! i really appreciate that! thank youuuuuu!