#there's a little fear and anger too! it's great i'm glad he's stuck in his ways at the end of the game

[mirchloe]

memory vaults can have discrepancies like how loboto views pitror, or how oleander basically creates a slideshow of falsehoods to stick inside as memories, but while gristol has been shown to fabricate the truth with his biased perspective, i believe 1000% he sat down a bunch of ultra rich royals and discussed elaborately how to increase caviar production for himself.

[burned-lariat]

Hi, ChaLynn stan checking in to cheer you up

I peeped yesterday's show. Painful shit, I know. These garbage plots stinks. It angers me the writers are minimizing Chase's cop instincts, ignoring both his observations of Lincs treatment of both BLQ and Blaze for plot purposes. Who in their right believes Blqthink of how all this will magically reap sweet ChayLynn rewards in another few months. (I'm giddy with excitement 😬 seee?)

Brook Lynn Quartermaine will NOT sign that nda contract. She signs the nda and its GAME OVER. If she values her self respect (questionable atm) and keeping Chase in her life that nda won't mean much if she doesn't sign it. Dont give Linc another W. Her pride and fear is getting in the way again. Imma give her this one benefit of the doubt this time only. If Chase knew about the nda, Linc would be a dead duck.

These writers I swear...smh. I like Blaze, but if she shoots her shot with "detective" (again questionable atm) Chase, I won't be mad at all. Girls no fighting please.

Blaze is BLQs placeholder with the singing voice. They look similar in profiles. She is living out BLQs wildest dreams singing w/ Chase, the love of BLQ's life. What Blaze said to Chase about him reminding of her passion for music when they sing together, she didn't want him to leave cause she feels safe around him, still stuck in a contract with Linc, that's BLQ. Blaze is verbalizing what BLQ isn't saying to Chase. Some detective he is. Hahaha. Silly concept.

How is Chase to know how BLQ feels when he can't wait to move on with his life without her. (liar liar pants on fire) Boy has it bad for her, can't ya tell. Lol

BLQ is in deep (awww). I haven't seen that look of despair on her face since she had to give back Bailey Lou. Yes, losing Chase is right up there. They were a little family unit at one time.. times that pain x10. It will get worse before for her tho. I can't wait for ChaLynn's official ILY. eeek!

🥰 Shoot I'm waiting on Sprina too, lucky me. Im not sure what happens in a couple if months from now cause I don't read spoilers. If this miserable mushball wants happiness, she's gonna have to fight for it. BLQ lost her voice once, she can't let Linc take it away from her again. This year's Nurses Ball will be the first since Nelle attacked her. I don't believe those emotional wounds have healed since then.

She's watching the love of her life slip away from her. We should be enjoying this "journey" that their on, no matter the cheese factor. We already know how Chase feels about BLQ, were waiting for her to catch up with him. (run BLQ run)

Endgame. Endgame. Endgame!

Update: I'm presently working on my one shot fic for you guys. Im rusty but ChayLynn is motivation. This is catharsis for me till we get over this slump. Hang in there.

Stay tuned. ❤

Yeah, the dumbing down of Chase and upping the selfishness of BLQ isn't working for anyone. Idk how the writers could think it does.

I have yet to see yesterday's episode, but I know that Chalynn was not one of the highlights, so I dread that viewing experience. I thought BLQ already agreed to sign the NDA, or she already did sign it, but is that not the case? If so, I hope she doesn't sign that crap. The serial sexual harassment is something that he can absolutely be nailed for.

I like Blaze a lot, and I think she has great chem with Chase. I absolutely wouldn't mind them having a fling or a genuine relationship (and it won't last too long since Blaze likely isn't going to stay).

I feel like Chase is still too angry at BLQ for what she did to come down and realize he still loves her, and while I'm glad there is a lasting consequence, I'm still not okay with BLQ getting worse treatment than Millow when Millow also wronged Chase brutally.

I wish we had a new Bailey Lou story, that or we fast-forward to them being back tovefht and saying their "I Love Yous." I want to enjoy the journey, but we've waited for years, and once we got what we wanted, it got taken away from us immediately. At this rate, I want shortcuts and proper redemption. If they're meant to be "long-term," the show should act like it.

And that's amazing! I can't wait to read it (and I will share any related links for it)! I'm glad it's working as catharsis. And thank you for the cheering up, it's always appreciated ❤️

[georgi-girl]

Babble: Track 15

Father into your hands, I commend my spirit.

Father into your hands, why have you forsaken me?

In your eyes forsaken me,

In your mind forsaken me,

In your heart forsaken me.

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Zodiac finally got Cloud Guy to meet Tone. Cloud Guy preferred to explore the vents, but since he was from the Trolls' world, they thought he might have some information.

"Love the hairdo kid." Cloud Guy said as he played with Tone's tight curls.

"Thaaaankss." Tone said as polite as she could. She didn't like this stranger touching her personal self. "What are you exactly?"

"My kind are known as Lobs. Don't worry if none of your mind buddies have met one, we try to stay out of people's business."

"What's the last thing you remember?"

"We were going to sleep. And some of us just fell asleep."

"That tracks. When that goopy shadow fog flooded our world, it put everyone to sleep. Th only reason I didn't was because I was floating too high. Then it drained away and all you drained with it."

"That must have been the one they call Pitch Black."

Miguel rolled his eyes. "What is this guy a dark lord? That is so cliche!"

"Oh, he thinks so too," said Jack. "That's why he prefers his other aliases such as The Boogyman, Krampus, El Cucuy, and his personal favorite, The Nightmare King."

"Nightmare King?" the others asked.

"Yeah, he can control them. It's how he feeds off people's fear. Anyway, continue your story little lob dude."

"Right, so, I dove in. and got swept through to this universe. Pitch found me and stuck me in that dumb pendant."

"Why'd you come if you could've stayed out of it?"

Cloud Guy became very coy. "Oh, you know, you see a cool thing, you want to see what's up. Z-man knows what I'm talking about."

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Then it was Species' turn to tell some of what he found out while in the clinic.

November 30th

Species kicked open the vent grate to the basement. He looked around. Big empty room. Tapped up freezer. Not worth breaking into. At least he was out of his cell.

A loud thump came from the freezer. That was something! The man’s six-faceted mind perked up in interest. He happily knelt by the freezer. This would be a piece of cake to crack open, it wasn’t even locked! It was just grey tape with some creepy symbols drawn on it with a marker!

But before he could break the tape, a voice called out.

Russel…

That name. It meant something to him. He looked at the door across the floor. Smoke was coming out of it. Creating a shape.

"And then what?" Miguel asked.

"I... I'll get to that part later." Species told him.

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Zodiac faced the intruder with casual anger. "Hello Kryptos."

"Oh you! You look great." Kryptos became immediately frightened and sycophantic.

"Should’ve known you’d be involved. Found a new monster to suck up too?" They loomed over him as he backed away in fear.

"What’s your deal anyway?" Thy pressed him, "Want revenge on something. Want to prove yourself to someone?"

"Nothing as ambitious as that. I just love setting up experiments and seeing the results. Speaking of which I found a new type of resurrection you might be…"

"Not interested!" They formed their arms into gauntlets.

"Now before you do anything hasty..." Kryptos formed a black curtain. “I have something for you,” he said. Zodiac laughed “What could you have that we want?” “I’m glad you asked.” Kryptos opened the curtain. Out staggered a man in a trench coat. He wore a black fedora and sunglasses, underneath which sprang a bushy mustache. He spoke in a gruff voice.  “What the freaking… Hell…” he looked up. 

Zodiac staggered back, recognizing the man. “You…” 

He looked at them, apparently recognizing them back. “Stan…” Then their eyes flickered like lights and turned yellow. They glared an ugly glare at him. “You!”

Before the man could say anything else, Zodiac flung themselves at him in a blind rage, throwing punch after punch at him. Renee watched them in terror. The silly, chatty, kind person that saved them was pummeling a defenseless man on the ground. The strange shape walked over to her side. “Don’t you just love seeing an abusive parent get what’s coming to him?” He made her look at him. “That’s not an illusion by the by. I actually brought that man back to life for Zodiac to get revenge on. I can make more revenants. Anyone you want to bring back?”      He tried to touch her cheek. She turned and ran away.  

“All those years spent trying to make you proud. What a waste!”

“It is you. Both of you. Boys, I’m so…”

They punched him in the stomach. He crumbled like paper.

“Worthless as a human being? Yeah you are. But you make a great punching bag.”

They knocked him into every surface they could find. Trees, rocks, ice, it wasn’t enough. “Are we good enough for you now? Who’s the screw-up NOW?” Finally, they flipped him onto his back. They were about to give the killing blow, when Riley came running towards them.

Riley reached out for Zodiac's nape, her hand plunged into their body.

And then...

[demonwifey]

Hey! Love your works, btw, it's really cute! Anyway..That's not what I'm here for. I'm here for a writing prompt? Request? Whatever: Basically I wanna see someone write headcannons/fanfics on loneliness. Yes, I know it's a deep and sad topic, but I want some cuddles with the bug boio

Thank you so much anon!💗💗💗 And thank you guys so much for being patient with me. I haven’t posted in a while because I was in a little bit of a slump. But I’m gonna do my best to put out more some more stuff. Hope you guys enjoy!💜🖤💚

Beetlejuice x fem!reader

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of abusive parents

Word count: 3,602

What’s the one thing you and Beetlejuice had in common? You were both lonely. And it’s crazy how similar your stories were. 

Beetlejuice had been alone his whole afterlife. His mother was a demon and a bitch, stuck raising a child she didn’t even want. And to do it all alone, she took her anger and frustration out on the only person around, Beetlejuice. She abused him both mentally and physically. She made him think he was something no one, not even her, could love. And for the longest, he believed it. 

Your parents didn’t want you either, but they tried so hard to not show it. Your mother got pregnant in senior year of high school. To which both of their lives had to halt. While they did still graduate, college became a push back. The two of them had to find jobs to support you and themselves. They weren’t as harsh as Juno but they weren’t saints either. Making off-hand comments or blaming you for the way their lives turned out. There was barely a day when you didn’t hear “If it wasn’t for you, I could’ve been…”. The things you are never supposed to say to your child, they would say to you. 

Even after you turned 18, you still needed to stay home. At least for those 4 years you needed for college. Once you got that out the way, you were on your own. Finally moving into your own house. 

Beetlejuice finally found the family he wanted for so long. But now everything was crumbling underneath him. Lydia was 18 and now going off to college herself. Once they dropped her off at school, Charles and Delia were off to enjoy a vacation now that they had time to themselves. Adam and Barbara still had things to figure out in the Netherworld. So while they still would come home at the end of the day, they weren’t around as much. Beej was in desperate need for something to occupy his time. It was boring being in the Deetzes house with no one around. And if he couldn't scare the neighbors with Lydia, what was the point? 

And that’s when you came into the picture. Beej’s powers allowed him to see and hear almost everything around the neighborhood. So, of course he had to watch you while you moved in. Without realizing it, you were only a few blocks away from the Deetz’s home. When you first arrived in town, you remember being curious about the strange looking house at the top of the hill. Your friends joked about it possibly being haunted, trying to scare you a little, but you only ignored them. 

Even though they helped you unload the cars, you insisted that you didn’t need help unpacking. It would give you some time to yourself. Once they said their goodbyes, you started to notice the eerie energy of the house on the hill. It was a while away and looked so small from your window. Get it together, YN, you thought. This was the first time in your own house. You couldn’t let yourself get scared and huddle up in the corner like a baby. Everything’s scary when you’re on your own. You just gotta get used to it.

It really didn’t take much for Beetlejuice to show up. As funny as it would’ve been for him to scare you and your friends all together, he waited until they left. There was no limit to the fun he could have scaring this unbeknownst breather while you were alone.

Once he emerged into the house, he saw you were still unpacking boxes. There were random items and boxes scattered everywhere. The smile on his face was nothing less than evil. You were making this way too easy for him. 

You were bent down, rummaging through a box or silverware and other kitchen items. You thought, at least you could start unboxing something easy. Of course, Beetlejuice wouldn’t be Beetlejuice if he didn’t stare at your ass while you leaned over. As he got closer, he realized your ass wasn’t the only great thing on you. 

Beetlejuice has been dead for a millennia, which means he’s seen A LOT of breathers. And yet, you seemed to be one of the most beautiful ones he’s seen in a while. Boy, he was about to have fun with you. 

While you were unwrapping some cups and placing them on the counter, you heard one of the cabinet doors behind you open. The creaking was so loud, it almost mirrored nails on a chalkboard. You turned around to see it just sitting wide open. Okay, you thought, maybe the hinges are a little too loose. Just something to try and give yourself a little reassurance. You walked over to close the door but before you could, it slammed shut right in front of you. 

Umm....nope. 

Beej couldn’t help but cackle at your face as you backed away from the cabinet slowly. As he was finished with you yet. He zipped around to the counter. Your back was still turned as he picked up one of the glasses you set down, loosely holding the edge with his finger. He leaned with one elbow on the counter and dropped the glass to the floor, not really needing to put in more effort. Your entire body jumped at the sound of the glass behind you, letting out a mini yelp while doing so. 

“Well, aren’t you a cutie pie? Come one, dollface. Let me hear you scream.” Beej spoke as he looked around to see what else he could use to scare you.

This dude basically terrorized you all night long. Knocking stuff over, opening and closing doors, and finding anything to make eerie sounds. It was like you were stuck on the same level of a horror game. It was too late to call your friends back as they were already miles away from you. You didn’t call the police because what were they gonna do? Tase a ghost? 

At first you were panicked but you realized that the ghost wasn’t actually going to hurt you. More like freak you out so you couldn’t sleep that night. It was going past midnight and you were still unpacking things here and there. After the last few boxes got knocked over, you had enough. You plopped yourself down on the couch before speaking loudly. 

“Alright, ghost or demon or whatever. I’m just gonna assume you’re friendly like Casper since you haven’t done anything to me.”

Even though Beetlejuice was invisible, he was visibly frustrated. Why weren’t you getting scared? You should be screaming and running out of the house in utter fear. After about an hour, whenever he knocked something over, you just stared blankly before picking it back up. No matter what he did you didn’t flinch. Now here you were comparing him to ‘Casper the Friendly Ghost’? Hanging out with Lydia and the Maitlands really made him lose his touch, huh? 

The demon man floated his way in front of you, watching as you laid on your side. He could see that you were on the verge of falling asleep, clearly worn out from all the unpacking. Your eyes were fluttering closed as you got comfortable, pulling your legs in towards your stomach and resting your hands under the side of your head. 

“Mm, thanks for keeping me company.” You moaned out, your words slurring a little as you dozed off. 

Was Beetlejuice about to let such a simple sentence get to him? Yes. 

Before even meeting Adam and Barbara, if Beej couldn’t scare a breather, he wouldn’t waste his time. Although he’d be upset by it, he’d count his losses and go. With you he considered it...for like 2 seconds. But he couldn’t look away as you snored softly. He was so entranced at the way your chest rose and fell as you breathed lightly. You seemed so tired but still slept so delicately. 

Wait, delicately? Since when was Beej using words like ‘delicately’? 

He couldn’t dwell on it too long as you stirred in your sleep. Why did he flinch? You couldn’t even see him. The demon man just bent down watching you, admiring how soft and, again, delicate you looked. He wasn’t sure how long he watched you for until he saw the sun starting to come up. 

Did he mean to watch you all night long? No. It just happened, okay?

For a second, he’d forgotten he was invisible to you. When you finally woke up, he flinched and moved backwards once your eyes met his. You only yawned and stretched to help wake yourself up. 

You looked around at the left over boxes still scattered around your living room. It seemed like you did so much unpacking but there was still so much left. Rubbing your eyes, you went to make yourself some breakfast. But you stopped, looking at the shattered glass still sitting on the kitchen floor. That’s when you remembered last night’s weird occurrence. The apparent ‘ghost’ in your house had dropped one of your glasses on the floor. Along with making 100 other failed attempts to scare you. It seemed so real but you were also really tired. Maybe you imagined it all. 

“Are you still here, ghost? Pfft, probably not-” And then you saw one of the glass shards rise a little into the air and then fall back down. “Okay, nevermind.”

****

So, now you were living with a ghost. You finally get the chance to leave your parents house, and this happens. 

You weren’t exactly sure what to make of it. It’s not like the ghost was actually bothering you. You didn’t get scared at its antics anymore, and it even seemed to take on the role as a friendly ghost after a while. 

If you were cooking the kitchen and dropped something, it would pick it up and place it back in your hand. Sometimes it would open the door for you when you walked into a room. After you got extremely comfortable with it around, it would even help you with little tasks around the house. 

There was more than one occasion where it would hold the flashlight while you needed to hands to fix something. 

You couldn’t explain it but you were just glad to have someone around. Even if it was a ghost.

Beetlejuice wasn’t sure what made him want to be around you. A simple answer was that you were an extremely hot breather that he liked looking at. If that was the case he wouldn’t put so much effort into being nice to you. Which is what made it difficult for him to understand. 

Being around you filled something in him that he didn’t know needed to be filled. 

Spoiler alert: you both are lonely idiots that don’t realize how lonely you are. 

One particular night, you came home from your new job extremely worn out. Your position was entry level so they basically treated you like a college intern. “Bring me this, take this here, do this right now.” Were the only things you heard all day. And it didn’t help that your mom had called you as soon as you got home. 

She called to ‘check in’ but really it was her putting you down. Making back-handed compliments about finally moving out. Practically insulting you without even being provoked. 

To end the night you took and shower and cozied up in your favorite hoodie. While only wearing a pair of panties underneath. You were laid out on your bed, trying to find something to watch on TV. Of course, just because you needed a distraction there was nothing on. 

And social media didn’t make you feel any better. All you saw was your friends posting pictures and statuses about hanging out for the weekend. You missed them, and missing them made you miss being back home. And thinking about home made you remember the bullshit your parents put you through. 100 things were running through your head and then suddenly you felt a lump in your throat. 

Not far after did the tears start and you couldn’t stop them. You laid on your side, silently sniffling as you cried. You were all alone in your own place and you still were stuck in the habit of crying quietly. What did it matter? No one was there to hear you. 

Except for Beetlejuice. 

He was having a bit of a rough night too. He’d been hanging around your house all day, which seemed to be the new normal. But just an hour before you got back home, he headed back to the Deetzes house. When he wandered in, he caught Adam and Barbara talking amongst each other, looking even giddier than normal.

Of course, he wouldn’t be Beetlejuice if he didn’t make a crude joke to announce his entrance. Ignoring his distasteful humor, the couple then told him that they just got done talking with Lydia. And Beetlejuice was pissed. 

Although any aware person could see Beetlejuice getting physically angry. His hair turning red, fists balling up, and the look on his face was nothing short of utter rage. Even the air around them was getting hot and dense But somehow the Maitlands didn’t notice. Barbara only continued on telling how Lydia was gushing about school. She’d made some new friends, joined the photography club, and all of her classes were going well. She called Charles and Delia on the regular but wanted to give check in on her ghost friends. 

Sure, Beetlejuice was happy to hear that for Lydia. But he was still mad he didn’t get to hear it straight from the source. Lydia had been gone for about 2 months and he was missing his best friend. Now the opportunity came to talk to her and he just missed it. With no explanation, he made his way back out of the house. The last thing he heard was them gushing about Lydia having a crush on some girl in her class. 

It was something so small but it hurt Beetlejuice. His best friend was growing up without him there to see it. Soon enough she was gonna forget all about him and only focus on her stupid new college friends. And if she didn’t care about him, why would anyone else in the house care? Now his thoughts were hitting some all at once. 

Although he couldn’t see, the color in his hair was rapidly changing between red, blue, and purple. He needed a distraction. So he headed back down to you. But when he arrived, he wasn’t met with your normal joyous demeanor. 

You were huddled up on your bed, crying and whimpering. So softly it almost sounded like the squeaks of a tiny mouse. Although small streaks of red were still there, more purple took over his hair. So he wasn’t the only one having a bad day. 

Beetlejuice wasn’t exactly sure if he should’ve bothered you or not. He wasn’t sure what was wrong or how he could help in any way. He had his own problems to sit on so maybe he’d just chill in your living room and blow off his steam there. As he went to float out of the room, he heard you speak. 

“I don’t know if you’re still here or not, ghost. But I could really use some company right about now.” You hiccuped out. You hated to sound like a child but fuck it. Talk to a ghost or not talk at all? The first seemed like the better option.

You sat up for a second, looking around for a sign that the ghost was actually near. You got a response with one of your pillows lifting up to hit you on the thigh. You let out a small huff and giggle mix, thinking about how if this was 2 months ago, you would’ve been scared out of your mind. You wiped away some of your tears as you sat up fully. 

“I know you probably don’t wanna hear me whining though. I think just knowing someone’s around makes me feel a little better.” As if to tell you it was okay the pillow hit your thigh again, causing you to laugh even more. Still a little hesitant, you talked about your day. It felt good to get your feelings out, even if it looked like you were just talking to a pillow. 

You weren’t sure how long you had talked for, all you know is that it was getting late and you were getting tired. Your face felt puffy from the crying, at certain points you had to stop and let out a few tears here and there before finishing the story. Without even realizing, you laid your head down to get more comfortable. 

“Why don’t you tell me about your day, ghost. I’m listening, I promise.” You quietly spoke, even if you felt your eyes starting to flutter closed. 

“Pff, babycakes, you won’t believe the day I’ve had.” He knew good and well you couldn’t hear him but it felt good to vent. He held the pillow as he talked; he would walk or float around the room with it in his hands. Since you could only see the pillow, you could only assume the ghost was speaking like you asked. 

You were in and out of sleep while Beetlejuice talked but he didn’t mind. You were making an effort to still stay awake for him and that’s all that mattered. Plus, he loved how cute you looked when you tried to keep your eyes open. After a while, he looked at the clock sitting on your bedside table. 2:16 a.m. He stopped floating around and was standing by the side of your bed. 

“Mmmm, are you done, ghost?” You spoke with your eyes finally fluttering closed for the night. 

Something about the way you looked made Beetlejuice’s dead heart flutter. So peaceful and comfortable. You couldn’t see him yet you knew he was there, and you weren’t afraid of his presence. Unbeknownst to him, his hair was slowly fading into a baby pink color. Without thinking, he dropped the pillow floated over to the opposite side of your bed, your back now facing towards him. 

Not putting much thought into it, he crawled onto the soft surface. Before he knew it, he was laying behind you and slowly wrapping one arm around your waist. The small amount of heat that came from your body warmed up the front of his. It was nice, he thought. 

“I think I can feel you, ghost.” Beetlejuice stiffened against you. He would’ve jumped backwards if you didn’t rest your hand over the one he had on your stomach. You more than likely felt the small chill coming from his body without actually feeling him. You couldn’t feel him. It wasn’t possible. But your hand on his calmed him more than he would ever tell. 

“You’re breaking my heart, doll. You don’t have to keep calling me that. Call me BJ.” He spoke quietly. Or so he thought. 

“BJ? That’s a cute name.” You said, shocking Beetlejuice completely. Fuck, he’d been a demon for how long and he’d completely forgotten that he could throw his voice. It didn’t seem to matter though. You were basically in a sleepy daze, so it didn’t really click that you had heard a random voice echo off your walls. 

“Thanks for sticking around, BJ.” You whispered before letting yourself fall asleep entirely. The chill from his presence was giving you goosebumps, even in unconsciousness. Beetlejuice’s cheeks would’ve turned red if his face wasn’t already bone white. 

He laid there with you for most of the night. Obviously he didn’t sleep so there was nothing he could do except watch you. Much like the first night you moved in. Except this time you were pressed against him. 

It was around 5 in the morning when he decided to poof away. Something about the way your body warmth was making him feel so flustered and overwhelmed. He rested himself in your attic, much like he would often do at the Deetzes. 

When you woke up later in the morning, something felt off. You rubbed your eyes before looking around, like you were looking for someone. You were so tired that everything seemed like a dream last night. But even so, your bed felt empty. 

Some things were a little foggy but one thing you do remember was the name ‘BJ’. Where it came from, you didn’t really remember. Finally sitting all the way up you saw one of your pillows sitting on the floor. And it hit you. The ghost that was occupying your house was named BJ. And somehow he told you that. 

You sat looking at the pillow a second before snorting. “Come one, Y/N. That’s stupid.” You muttered to yourself. It was one thing to have a ghost in your house, but now it was talking to you? And his name was BJ. You must’ve been really out of it, you thought. 

Even with your doubts, you still couldn’t shake the empty feeling you felt on your body. You still held onto the name BJ as well. You got off your bed and picked up the pillow off the floor. This all somehow mimicked the first night you moved in. 

“BJ,” You mumbled to yourself. “Maybe it’s not such a crazy idea.”

Hope you guys enjoyed and thanks for reading!💜🖤💚