#things rezzy missed

[onepiexe]

i caved and restarted my island already lol

[puck-luck]

the art of loving you | john marino

warnings: none really, just some sweet anniversary sex between jm and his girl <3 (italics = flashback) pairing: john marino x fem!reader summary: “maybe he gets back from an away game and him and reader have been together for a while so when he gets home its practically desperate the way they want each other and it's like super needy but also intimate because they just know each other like the back of their hands after so long together" wc: 2201

“Hey,” comes John’s soft voice from the darkness of the night. He kneels by your side of the bed and shakes you awake. The sunlight is starting to peek through the curtains. His thumb caresses your cheek, causing you to scrunch your nose from restlessness. “I’m headed to the rink. We’re leaving from there. I’ll be back on Monday, take you to dinner and all.”

“Mmm, okay, baby. Love you,” You slur, voice thick with sleep. You didn’t have to be up for another few hours and normally, you’d pout when John woke you up so early, but things were different. He was headed out on a week-long roadie and he had a game on the west coast on your second anniversary– meaning you two wouldn’t get to spend that together. Despite being sleepy, you pucker your lips to give John a goodbye kiss.

“Love you too,” John whispers, delicately cupping your jaw and pecking your lips twice. “Be back before you know it.”

He stands from his position next to the bed and gathers his things, heading towards the bedroom door.

“Play good,” You call out after him.

“First star every night, just for my girl,” John promises with a smile, closing the door with a soft click behind him.

A week later, John was headed back to Jersey and you had put on your favorite little black dress for your anniversary date. He hadn’t been named first star of the game during any of their games, but he had gotten one of his rare goals on your anniversary, and his celly ended in a kiss blown towards the camera that touched your heart. 

You were waiting by the door when John came home and you jump him before he even gets the chance to cross the threshold.

“Hi,” John greets. “Missed you.”

“Missed you,” You reply, arms looped around his neck. You pull him into a hug, feeling his hands wrap around your waist and press your bodies flush against each other.

You two stay in the hug for a few minutes, waiting for your breath to sync and for John to start rocking you from side to side the way he always does when your touch goes on for too long. As much as he loves to touch you, he’s never been one for hugs, unlike you. To you, John’s hugs are like crack and you take your fix anytime you can get it.

“Dinner?” John asks, pulling away and rubbing your arms like he’s warming you up.

“Rezzi at the normal place,” You confirm. You give his chest a firm pat. “Go change. This is our anniversary dinner, after all. Want you to wear something nice.”

“Gonna propose to me or something?” John teases, finally letting the apartment door fall shut behind him.

You drag his suitcase to the bedroom, parking it next to the chair before sitting on the edge of the bed. “Isn’t that your job?”

“All in good time,” John replies, following you down the hall with his hockey bag over his shoulder. He opens the door to the balcony and sets his personal pads out on the chair to air out. He also sets his dirty clothes on the chair– something you’ve chided him for in the past, since he could just throw them in the wash and kill the smell that way. 

You watch John change into a suit, smiling widely when he sneaks little peeks at you every few minutes. 

“Really did miss you, you know,” John says, focusing on tying his tie in the mirror on the back of the closet door. “Mercer tried to sprinkle rose petals in my locker on our anniversary to make me miss you less.”

“He’s so supportive.” You laugh, eyes crinkling at the sides. 

“Tried to take me to dinner too,” John continues. “Said he might as well take me out if we were going back to the hotel together anyway. What kind of girl does he take me for?”

“Maybe he was trying to recreate our love story,” You say. “It wasn’t exactly the most conventional of meetings for us. You took me for one of those girls.”

“Yeah, but you asked me what I was doing later, I was just being honest.”

“You’re lucky it worked out for you.”

John makes a kissy face at you, then walks over and reaches out to take your hand and help you up. “Dinner?” He asks.

“Let’s go,” You answer, leading him out of the bedroom and back down the hall, out of the apartment and down to the garage.

John drives, naturally. You’d appointed yourself his passenger princess long ago and he’d never asked you to drive. He orders your wine and meal for you at the restaurant, knowing that you’ll get the same thing you always get. He takes the menu away from you, too, so you can’t even pretend to peruse the offerings. He did so with a knowing look and you replied with an embarrassed smile, rolling your eyes because your boyfriend knows you so well.

When your food comes, John cuts his meat into precise cubes and you steal a piece or two off of his plate, despite the fact that you have your own food to pick at. John allows you to do so with only a few noises of protest, only a few teasing and threatening inflections of his fork at your wandering utensil.

You two make small talk– about John’s games, about your week at work, about the upcoming inspections your landlord is doing for the plumbing in your apartment after John tried (and failed) to adjust the water pressure to your liking. You’ve been in this relationship so long that you don’t need to have the deep conversations all the time, or plan out the future in a lengthy conversation over some red wine.

John is your future, and you’re his.

When you arrive home, John takes you to the bedroom and kneels at your feet, unstrapping your high heels and prying them away from you. He rubs your feet a little bit to soothe the ache of wearing heels all night, a small smile on his face the whole time. You brush his hair out of his face and take in his small details– the moles on his cheek near his mouth, the button of his nose, the scar from the stray puck that marred his skin and left behind the mark that you love to kiss.

“You look pretty down there,” You say, breaking the silence. 

John shoots you a look and tries to hide his smile, hide the blush that always spreads across his cheeks when you call him pretty. He kisses your knee and rises to sit next to you on the bed. “Happy anniversary,” He says softly, like it’s a secret between the two of you. 

“Happy anniversary, Johnny,” You reply. You press your lips to his, the kisses smooth and slow even as John makes his way down your neck to your shoulder. 

Your movements are a language of their own. John’s fingers light fires on your arms as he feels your goosebumps. Your knee presses into his thigh, the connection of your skin on his stronger than a dam. His tongue moves against yours insistently when he makes his way back up to your mouth.

“You gonna let me fuck you like I wanted to the other night?”

You moan into John’s mouth. “Hard?”

“Mm-mm,” John hums, shaking his head. He reaches down, pulls your panties to the side, and starts to slide a finger into you. “Slow,” He breathes out, not even a hair’s distance from your lips. “I’m going to touch you everywhere, angel. You’re gonna feel every bit of me.”

“Even better,” You say. “Want you to fill me up.”

John thrusts his finger inside you and works a second in, scissoring and curling his fingers until you’re a moaning mess beside him.

Your hand is gripping his shoulder so hard that your fingernails might as well tear his shirt. You’re panting, mouth perpetually open. The pressure between your legs is insurmountable, aching and throbbing as John pulls you closer to the edge.

“Johnny, Johnny,” You plead, pushing at his arm. “Fuck me, want to come when you fuck me.”

“Finger yourself,” John commands, pulling away from you to shrug his suit jacket off. He unbuttons his top as you shove three fingers inside your cunt, hungry for more. Really, you’re keeping yourself full while he acts as eye candy. You’re not trying to chase an orgasm, like you normally are when you and Johnny fuck. No, today you’re just here, just waiting to feel his cock enter you and satisfy you in a way that your fingers never could. 

He strips hurriedly, standing just mere inches from the bed. He throws the clothes around the room, not caring where they land. You track each movement, having seen his naked chest plenty of times to have it memorized by now. His underwear make their way to the arm of the chair in the corner, and it’s when you realize that he’s naked that your eyes return to his figure.

His cock is just as wonderful as ever– you’ve been in love with John for a long time, but his beautiful cock and the way he fucks you always makes you love him just a little bit more. He knows it, too, from the way he smirks at you– he knows that you love him, but if he was a shit fuck, you would tell him that you have the capacity to love him more. Maybe that’s crazy.

You pull your fingers out of your entrance and use them to spread your lips, showing John the expanse of the part of you that’s just for him. 

John smiles, takes his cock in his hand, and pumps himself a few times. 

You bite your lip and return his smile, watching the precum bubble and drip from his slit.

“Fuck me, J,” You beg. “Please.”

John joins you again on the bed, pushing you down onto your back and opting to forego your little black dress altogether and slide your panties down your legs instead. “You look so pretty,” John compliments. 

“Thank you,” You reply, feeling shy all of a sudden.

“Wanna see how your tits bounce in this dress while I fuck you,” John continues, leaning over you on the bed and lining himself up with your core. One of his legs pins your knee to the bed, while the other stays straight and braces against the floor. 

His words seem to steal all the thoughts from your mind, leaving nothing but the feeling between the two of you as he pushes the bulbous head of his cock into you. 

John moves slowly, like he promised. He fills you, warms you from the inside-out. He punctuates each drag with a sharp push into your core, causing your body to shift up on the bed. He raises a hand and grasps your breast, both keeping you in place and filling his palm with one of his favorite body parts of yours. 

You don’t exchange words, minus a reassuring, hushed “I know,” that drips from John’s lips and into your ear when you become close. He fishes your boob out of your dress and dips down to attach his mouth to your nipple, reaching his other hand down to soothe circles onto your clit. The added stimulation sends you into a whirlwind and John can practically feel the pitter-patter of your heart from where he’s sucking at your chest. 

“Johnny,” You cry, clutching his shoulder and arching your back beneath him.

“Yeah, honey. I know, my angel,” He mumbles against your skin. He leaves burning kisses along your body up to your lips. 

“Please,” You say, high strung and wanting so much that you’re almost shaking with it.

John moans, wrenching himself away from your lips to press a kiss to your cheek, then returning to your lips. His thrusts grow stuttered and desperate, no longer slow. They’re just as passionate, just as fulfilling, and John coaxes the orgasm out of you just as he unravels himself.

He holds you like you’re a precious liquid that is slipping through his fingers. 

You almost want to cry from the feeling, the knowledge that you and John share so much love between the two of you and there will be nights like this for the rest of your life.

John leads you over the edge and guides you through it, holding you and murmuring sweet nothings into your ear until your breath returns to normal. He traces your cheek, then draws his fingers down your neck.

“You’re everything,” John says. “I meant it. I’m going to marry you… all in due time.”

Instead of a response, you take his hand in yours and press a kiss to the back of it. You lace your fingers together and bring your interlocked hands to your chest, resting them over your heart. All you can do, really, is smile and cuddle closer to John, feeling his heat fill the bed and making you doze off.

note: just finished watching "you've got mail" for the first time. sigh. what a movie. devastating. sooo invisible string. corporations need to stop winning.

[csigeoblue]

Double Date Part 1 - Roy Kent x Platonic!Reader (Ted Lasso Fic)

A/N: Roy Kent is your sour bestie and hates your mean boyfriend.

"Oh come on Roy! Y/N has been asking us to double date with their boyfriend for a month now. They're gonna think you don't like them anymore if you keep dodging 'em babe." As much as it pissed Roy off that Keeley was right, he knew he had to make an appearance especially since Luke is letting you show your face in public for the first time in a while. He'd always been skeptical of the guy when you first started dating but he didn't want to get in the way of your happiness as you'd been so helpful in getting him off his ass to win Keeley back.

"Oi! Fine. We'll fucking go on this stupid double date to check on Y/N." Keely squealed in excitement. She knew you'd be so happy to see your best friend. Roy looked down at his phone to text you back in your chat with Keeley.

RK: Let's meet at your favorite restaurant, Y/N/N.

YN: Luke made reservations for us at Pearl's. xD

RK: But you fucking hate that place.

YN: It's grown on me :3 ... Besides you and Keels love going there!

RK: If you're sure.

Only a fucking arsehole would take their partner to a place they absolutely hate. Roy tried to shrug off the weirdness of your texts and focus on the Tesco trip he had planned with Keeley. ___________________

At dinner, Roy's concern only grew. You came at him like you normally would for an overly aggressive hug but the look in Luke's eyes as he witnessed it was not at all jokingly annoyed even though his words were meant to be. Keeley hugged you with the same energy - having missed you the last few weeks.

"C'mon Darling, don't make a show with me right here."

"Sorry love, you know Roy's my best mate from my time at Chelsea."

"Why don't we get our table then? Thanks for making the rezzie Luke!" Keeley, bless her heart, attempted to diffuse the situation by deflecting attention towards the restaurant you all were meeting at.

You tried to get Luke and Roy to engage in conversation but it seemed Luke only cared about Keeley today.

"Honey, why don't you tell Roy about your new promotion at work?"

"Yes Luke, tell me about fucking work." Keeley rolled her eyes at Roy's sarcasm before hopping in. "Congratulations Luke! What is it you're doing nowadays?"

"Well Keeley, I am now a senior financial analyst at a big firm in London. Taking on more responsibilities and training new idiots."

"They're not idiots babe - they just need your guidance to know what to do. It's not easy being the new kid on the job." The wicked smile Luke gave you at your response made you freeze. Keeley might have missed it because she piped up adding onto your stance but Roy's all knowing gaze caught the slight tremor in your hand as you reached for your wine.

Luke chose that same moment to make a big gesture with his arms pushing back on Keeley a bit and happened to bump your wine allover your shirt as you went to sip. Roy stood up in fury as you did in shock. Luke had the audacity to laugh.

"Oi! Fucking hell, what was that?" Roy breathed heavily as Keeley put a hand on his arm to let him know she was there.

"Sorry Darling, guess you should be more careful of what's happening around you." You took a deep breathe to calm your nerves although now you were full on shaking. You nodded along mumbling an apology to the group.

"Sorry, I'm so sorry."

"Hey Y/N/N, it's not your fucking fault. It's this twat sitting next to you's fault."

Luke threw his napkin on the table as Roy sat down and you were wiping your top. "Alright that's it. Y/N, we are leaving. I'm sick of his shit."

Keeley spoke up concerned at how you've completely shut down.

"Y/N/N, babe, you can stay with us for dinner if you want. I've got a spare top you can borrow in the car. It'll only take a second." You shook your head while gathering your things. Luke had already started walking away from your group.

"No that's okay Keeley. I don't want to make things any worse than I have. You both have a good meal. Roy, you be better be good to this one." You pointed to Keeley with a small smile on your face.

Part 2

[neechees]

Also I live in a rezzy house & know about mildew & black mold & such & have lived in rez houses with all those problems lol. Im very familar with them. Their story just seems very unplausible where apparently there's a "micro water leak" (the fuck does that even mean) but plumbers apparently don't know where it's coming from. I think they're piecing together various stories or missing out on details, because even the "evidence" they showed REALLY doesn't look like it'd be enough to do the damage of "skin" & "breathing problems" (remember when I mentioned one way to spot a scam is when people are vague about what illnesses they allegedly have & instead will list vague symptoms & say things like "breathing PROBLEMS"?), like all those examples actually still look fixable. Like you know you can still get rid of mildew yourself right. In ways that don't require buying entirely new stuff like you can literally wash and dry out certain stuff?

[illicitamour]

Tokyo, 6.22.23

I literally took two photos today because of how the day just naturally went, so I wanted to write about it before I forgot what I did today. This morning, we all woke up in Kyoto in our Ryokan and ate their delicious breakfast. Dan made an egg sando, so I followed suit and it was so good. Instead of rushing to get out the door, Andy, Sammie, and Dan were laying on their tatami mats while I collected my items. Dan rolled over the two younger ones, initiating bursts of groans and laughter. It was projected to rain all day in Kyoto, so instead of going to the Bamboo Forest and Fushimi Inari, we shifted our plans and went to Tokyo since there was a slightly less chance of rain and there were more indoor things to do. The train trip took three hours and we had also struggled with buying Shinkansen tickets, so we got into Tokyo around 2:30. I had originally planned for us to go to Maidreamin, but it was a struggle to wrangle everyone together (Sam got lost in the bathroom? Sammie was tending to her injury from the night before, etc, etc), it was too late to just walk in without a rezzie. I went out to get pottery from the Kitchenware district (got rice bowls, three plates, and four teacups). The group decided to eat dinner at 4pm, so I missed out. Andy and I met up for dinner and the spicy miso tonkatsu was amazing. Afterwards, I went shopping and joined Sammie to shop a little before retiring for the night at 8pm due to the rain and cold weather. Andy is feeling the beginnings of illness, so I am dreading getting sick since I’ll be sleeping right next to him. Oy vey.

[writinglionqueen]

Things Rezzy missed on SmackDown (7/30/19)

~Shane’s not here!!!

~Drew versus Kevin (a hell of a match I heard....don’t know who won)

~Bayley and Ember versus Alexa and Nikki

~Bliss wins

~Charlotte challenges Trish Stratus to a match at Summer Slam

~Firefly Funhouse episode to hype up the Fiend versus Balor

~Dolph Ziggler versus Finn

~The fiend interrupts for a second and allows Dolph to win

~Ali versus Shinsuke in which Ali wins

~Kofi versus Aj and Kofi wins

~Roman gets almost killed by a mysterious runaway lift that knocks something onto him

@superrezzy00

[retro-rezz-the-est]

Good morning, everyone! Today is a very special day because........

I HIT 1k FOLLOWERS THIS MORNING!!!!!!!!

I’m still fucking speechless; like, one thousand people, amazing people who thought that my blog was good shit decided to follow me and make this dorky Bronx girl feel like she’s making people happy.

I’m honestly about to cry right now. I never thought in a million years that I would even get here. But lo and behold, here I am and goddamn, does it feel good.

In the four short years that I’ve had this blog, I’ve made friends here that I’ll keep for years and years to come. I’ve made some of the best memories of my entire life on this dusty ass abomination of a social platform with some of the best individuals in the world, and I wouldn’t trade those in for anything or anyone. So thank you to all of my friends and mutuals - old and new - that I’ve connected with over the years. Y’all are the best and baddest bitches on the planet, periodt.

Thank you to all of the people that I’ve had the pleasure of connecting with that have either deactivated their accounts, abandoned theirs or just.......moved on from this world entirely. I miss you all, but I’m glad to have known you even for a short time. I will cherish the memories and conversations we’ve had for years and years to come.

This year has been more than a little wild for all of us, but you guys have kept me a little more sane to distract me from the world currently falling apart around us and for that, you guys have my eternal gratitude.

Thank you for giving me a platform so I can be my true self. Thank you for showing me that you guys actually care about me. Thank you for letting me flaunt my nerdy and weird and geeky and just all-around strange sides without shutting me down for it. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

I love you all, old and new followers, and I would not be here without to your interest, love and support. This hellsite of a place is my second home and you guys make it feel like so, and I cannot thank you guys enough for that. It means a fucking lot to me.

I got some things planned to celebrate as well, so watch out! Planning a nice big Roman fic as part of this little 1k followers celebration I’m throwing hehehehe. My mutuals and friend peeps should especially watch out too; I got something special planned for y’all 😉❤️

I honestly wanna say so much more, but I don’t want this to be too damn long 😅. So just.....thank you. Thank you so much for sticking with me for this adventure, no matter how long you’ve been here in the tenth circle of hell (also known as my blog lmao). Let’s see where we all go next, okay?

Sincerely yours forever and always,

Rezz/Rezzy 💙💜

P.S.: To all the blogs and bitches who have dragged/who are still dragging my name through the dirt and the mud and are calling me horrible things behind the scenes, to those who have harassed me and sent me death threats, to those who just told me to take my shit elsewhere.......this one’s for y’all, sweethearts. Look at me the fuck now and revel in your own shit for a bit, mmkay?

I am That Bitch™, and y’all can whine and cry and bitch and moan about it all you fucking like. Don’t matter in the end tho, bc y’all still gonna die mad about it 🖕🏾😎🖕🏾

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[radiant-flutterbun]

Fester

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[ Content Warnings: Death, decay, and gore] 

It was a festering boiling pain. Like her insides were melting. Turning to sludge. Her brain slowing. Her heart stopping. Her eyes blinded. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound had come out.

She was rotting.

She was a corpse.

But no scavengers came to eat her remains. Not even the maggots would touch her.

Instead there were wings. Wings that held her. Gave her warmth. White feathered wings. They wrapped around her tightly and the pain went away.

Then she could see again. In many directions. Too many ways to see the world all at once. It was overwhelming. But the feathered being. It still held her close. It comforted her in her confusion. Her fear.

***

Fester woke up with a start. It was the same dream again. Or was it a memory? She wasn’t sure. If she had a heart it would have been beating hard now, pumping adrenaline filled blood throughout her body. But she no longer had that either.

Warm white wings were wrapped around her.

Murmur. Always Murmur. Thon were a pain in the ass, but Fester found she could not sleep without thon snuggled up beside her. Something about those wings washed away all of her emotions and allowed slumber to take hold of her.

But they did not shield her from the dreams. The memories. No dreams.

None of that could be real. She wasn’t dead. No heart. No blood. Eyes from head to toe. And second head. But not dead. Not a dragon. Something else. But certainly not dead.

Murmur opened thon’s many blue eyes. Thon stretched thon’s wings and yawned. Thon had no mouth. Fester had no idea how thon made the noise.

“Same dream?” Murmur asked, almost in a whisper. It was how thon always talked. So quiet. But not gentle. There was a lot of snark in thon’s strange feathered body.

“Same dream,” Fester confirmed “You sure you don’t-”

“If I remembered I would have told you already.”

“Right.” It was a conversation they had many times. “I’m going out.”

“It’s the middle of the day.”

“I know.”

“Rezzyt will be pissed.”

“Rezzyt won’t know. We’ll be quick.”

“We?”

Fester rolled her eyes. Some of them “Please, we both know you’ll follow me anywhere.”

“Really now?”

“You’re obsessed with me.”

“Uh huh. I think it’s the opposite actually. You follow me, because you know you need me to sleep. Like a little baby and her favorite blankie.”

“Shut it.”

Murmur flapped thon’s wings so thon was in her face “Make me.” If Murmur had a mouth, thon would be smirking, Fester just knew it.

“I would if I could find a mouth in that feathered mess you call a body.”

“Oh looking for my mouth are we?”

“Get your mind out of the gutter and shut the fuck up. I’m getting out of these damn caverns now before I lose my mind.”

Fester snuck out of her cave. Murmur followed her just like she knew thon would.

She made a beeline for the main side entrance to the caverns. They lived inside of a cliff face. The main side entrance was the most secluded of all of the entrances. It was unlikely any dragon or beastperson would be able to see it. There was also a great view of the ravine below.

Fester stopped in her tracks and Murmur bumped into her.

“Move your fat ass,” Murmur growled behind her.

“Shh!” Fester snapped back “Rezzyt is right there.”

Murmur glanced around the corner “What are they doing up so late?”

The creatures in the caverns were forced to become nocturnal. They slept during the day while most of dragon and beast kind were out and about. They came out at night where the darkness helped to hide them from a world that didn’t understand them.

It was Rezzyt’s idea to set a curfew. To protect them they claimed. No one must exit the caverns during daylight. Keeping yourself hidden helps to protect your cavernmates too. Community responsibility and all that.

Now there they were sitting by the entrance in broad daylight. Technically not against rules, since they wern’t outside, but still a safety risk. The side entrance was secluded, yes, but if a dragon or beastperson looked at the cliff wall at the right angle they might just be able to spot the strange little red creature sitting in the mouth of a cave.

“Hypocrite,” Murmur muttered.

“Bastard,” Fester agreed. She turned around. Time for plan B: The top entrance around the corner. Risky because there was no way to scout before exiting, but it was surrounded by boulders and inhospitable desert so it was unlikely no one who mattered would be passing through.

“Shit. It’s Stargazer,” Murmur turned invisible as the multi eyed spiral like creature came into view. Stargazer was one of the few creatures of the caverns that still resembled a dragon. Although they had way too many eyes to be considered normal, and had strange feathery growths like many of the other cavern creatures.

Stargazer nodded to Fester as they moved past her “Good afternoon Fester,” Then they turned their head directly toward the invisible Murmur “Evening Murmur.” They continued to move down the tunnel where Fester could still see Rezzyt sitting at the entrance. She watched as the two touched noses and sat beside each other.

“She gives me the creeps,” Murmur was visible again.

“Who? Stargazer?”

“Yeah. She can always see me, even while I’m invisible. I hate it.”

“Well you give everyone else here the creeps so that’s fair.”

“I think they’re on a date.”

“Gross. Let’s get a move on before we run into someone annoying.”

“Maybe we should go on a date too.”

“In your dreams.”

“I’m already your snuggle buddy, why not-”

“Shh. Ah shit.”

“What? Oh.”

There in the tunnel, blocking their path was the strange bird-like creature, Kickstart. She was small and weak. Harmless. But probably the most annoying creature within the caverns. Fester tried to avoid her at all costs.

“Oh hi!” She waved to them “Hello Fester! Hello Murmur! What are you guys doing up right now?”

Murmur said nothing. Fester growled.

“Hey, you guys aren't sneaking out are you? You don’t normally come this way. The only thing down here is my room and the top entrance and you guys never visit me!”

Right. Fester had forgotten that Kickstart had moved her room. She didn’t bother to pay attention to where. Now she regretted it.

“If I see you guys go up there then I’m telling Rezzy!”

“No you’re not,” Fester grabbed the smaller creature and crushed her against the wall. The sounds of bones snapping was too satisfying to her.

Kickstart was left as a bloody smear against the wall.

“Brutal,” Murmur retorted.

“Oh you know she’ll be fine,” Fester said. Kickstart was annoying. And immortal. She and Stargazer could be killed over and over again and they’d just come back.

“Kinda hot if I’m being honest.”

“Sometimes I wish you wouldn’t talk to me too.” For whatever reason Murmur only talked to Fester. Most of the creatures in the caverns were convinced thon couldn’t talk because thon refused to speak to them. Thon’s voice was only for Fester’s ears apparently.

“Only sometimes?”

Fester ignored thon. They had reached the entrance. She pushed aside the boulder covering it and breathed in the cool fresh air. She poked her head out and looked around. She saw nothing of importance. She crawled out and gestured for Murmur to follow. The two of them sheltered beside a large boulder and enjoyed the warmth from the sun and the rock.

“I miss the warmth,” Fester said.

“Me too,” Murmur agreed.

Fester leaned her head into Murmur’s wings and drifted off to sleep. If Murmur had a mouth thon would have smiled. Thon embraced her and soon thon too found thonself asleep.

But they weren't alone.

[starkidmack]

Send you a character Rezzi

Why I like them: BABY

Why I don’t: did you see what I said she is BABY

Favorite Episode (going by sessions): That first adorable convo with Dory

Favorite Season: NA

Favorite Line: oh jeez this would imply that I can remember anything that anybody said further than like, a day ago

OTP: either of those boys tbh

BrOTP: Rezzi and Mavis prank buddies ftw

Head Canon: Girda teaches her how to bake, and also comes behind her and fixes things she missed

Unpopular Opinion: I don’t think there’s anything unpopular about this but she is so much stronger than people give her credit for

A wish: From Girda’s POV, that maybe she learns a little bit of subtlety 😅

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: if anything ever happens to her I will kill everyone in this room and then myself

5 words to best describe them: Chaotic and Babey are they only two I can think of.

My nickname for them: I think Girda called her “kid” a few times? But I still think “Razzberry” is the cutest thing ever

[carveus]

Confined  to Bed Rest

Second entry for @badthingshappenbingo​ in which Lady Laurana continues to be excellent at self care. Warnings, fluffy, tender feelings!

“I’m fine!” A very bunged up Laurana insisted as another blanket was put on top of her.

She was paler than normal, except from her nose which was bright red; and whilst not currently running, it had been somewhat constantly. It was with great indignance she’d been guided back to her bunk after turning up in the kitchen for breakfast, wrapped in a blanket and furiously clutching her handkerchief like a lifeline. “Iz just a bad cold. There’s no reason why I can’t hep you. Admihhedly spells with verbal comp’nts will be a lihhle challenging...”

“Bed Rana!” Rezzi insisted, picking up another blanket that she just about managed to bat away, which earned a disapproving look. Rana lay down in an attempt to avoid any further wrath, Rezzi seemingly taking the opportunity to tuck her in so tightly she could barely move (maybe an attempt to stop her escaping?), Tiberius climbing on top of her as if to pin her in place.

“Traitor...” she muttered softly at him, okay maybe it was nice to be in bed again; but really there had to be something better for her to do then just lie here all day. “Can I ah leas’ hab my books...?” Spotting Christoph coming up the stairs with a steaming cup of tea, the man was a saint, she propped herself up on her elbows, Tiberius tumbling with an indignant squeak and getting more flustering from Rezzi.

“Chris’oph, please tell eve’one I got enuf bedrest for a lifehime azza child!” Okay, that was definitely whining, but she felt she deserved at least a little bit given the indignities she was being forced to suffer through. Rezzi, at least, got up from her bunk to let Christoph sit there instead, placing down the cup of tea, which she was sure smelled amazing, if only she could smell anything right now.

Tenderly, he brushed her hair from her face, leaning down to give her a soft kiss on the forehead before saying “No.” She let out a small whine which he shushed quickly. “Drink your tea, then go to sleep.”

“But Chris’oph…”

“No buts. Drink your tea before it goes cold.”

She whined again, but obediently picked up the cup of tea, sitting up a little more, and took a sip. Oh, she really missed being able to taste things. Christoph gently rubbing circles on her back was nice though. The cup was soon finished; and she was starting to feel tired now, letting it be taken from her as she lay back down, pulling the covers up, lifting them for Tiberius to pick where he wanted to curl up. “Sleep now darling, okay?” Christoph was stroking her hair, that felt really nice, so she gave a small nod, settling in a little more as she felt her eyelids grow heavy. There was a soft kiss at her temple; and a whispered “I love you,” as she drifted off to sleep.

[ladylaurana]

Fates Worse

It wasn't the first time The Mists had rolled in to change everything, friends turning to strangers, new challenges ahead. Still, every time Laurana couldn't help but feel a spike of fear, always reaching for Christoph, so scared that they would get separated somehow.

It was cold as she was enveloped, fingers grasping at empty space, The Mists almost suffocating, filling her lungs and all senses as she could almost feel herself move without moving. Sunlight beat down on her face as it receded away, causing her to frown. The sun never shone in Barovia, she had often joked that was what made her so well suited to the climate. People bustled around her, colourful fabrics and rich smells surrounded her in a familiar marketplace. "We're out! Christoph, we're free!" She turned to look at her lover, only for fear to coil in her stomach at the empty space beside her. She looked around, panicked.

No Rowan, no Rezzi, no Mavis or Girda. No familiar faces. She was alone in this ocean of people, in the marketplace just outside the gates to her Father's castle.

Perhaps they had just been sent back to where they were originally from? Her family easily had the resources, mundane and arcane, to track down her friends. It would be fine. Maybe Prianna had gotten out and she and Rowan could set up a life together without fear of The Mists tearing it away.

Well, there was only one thing to do; and she strode towards the open castle gates, breezing past the guards without being stopped, but there were a few odd looks. Well, she had to admit she wasn’t quite at court presentability, but this was her home.

Oh worse, Court was in session; and she could hear the whispers following her as she marched through the halls with purpose, not the serene gliding that she was meant to walk with. There just wasn’t time for that.

Whispers might have followed her through the halls, but the room fell silent as she entered it. The petitioner, Lord… Gaizin she thought, didn’t he have a son he’d tried to marry her to at one point, stared at her in poorly concealed fury at her interruption. Mother looked like she’d seen a ghost, that was a point, she didn’t know exactly how long she’d been gone… Father was looking at her expectantly, brow furrowed. “I’m back; and I need help because I don’t know…”

She trailed off, Father now looked like he’d just had a mouthful of spoiled milk. What was wrong? Oh, right, manners! Amazing how easy it was to forget when no one was scolding you for any mistakes. Her curtsey was brief and abrupt, far from the ones she used to stress so much about perfecting. There just wasn’t time! “My Lord Father, Your Grace, as I was saying, I’m back but my companions aren’t and I need to-” There was someone in front of her, fingers like a vice on her upper arm. Why was Michael cutting her off? He should be helping her!

“My sister is obviously tired from her obviously stressful journey. Perhaps formality can be put aside this once to allow her to rest before she presents herself to Court?” His voice was smooth, always so good at knowing what to say and how to smooth ruffled feathers.

She heard Father speak up, “I’m grateful my daughter has returned to us safely, but yes, perhaps it is best she take time to recover herself.” Oh, he was mad at her. Wouldn’t be the first time. Michael’s fingers tightened on her bicep and she was less than gracefully pulled from the receiving room, Michael hissing in her ear. “What were you thinking just storming in there, looking like this, without even announcing yourself?” Looking like…? Oh, yes, she was in one of the dresses she’d gotten in Barovia. It was different, but it was far from the indecency Michael seemed to be proposing.

“I need to find my friends, no one seems to be listening to me on that. I know some of them are from the Sword Coast, so I just needs some scrolls of Sending or the like. Could you stop pulling me so hard!” She tried to plant her feet, but Michael’s grip was insistent, marching her towards her room as he ignored her protests, but at least he wasn’t berating her any more.

They stopped at the door, Michael letting out a long suffering sigh before tucking an errant lock of hair behind her ear, letting go of her arm. “Rana. You’re home, you’re safe. We can find your… companions later. Let me look after you for now.” His eyes were tender as he looked at her, and she felt most of her indigence fade under his expression. He was worried about her, had been worrying about her. She let out a low breath and nodded, Michael smiling at her and opening the door, ushering her inside. “Archimedes has let the maids know to draw you a bath, he’ll be here in a little bit. He missed you.” She let herself be moved, smiling a little. Of course, just the raven missed her, not her brother at all.

Maids bustled in through the door, dragging in a large tub and pails of steaming water, followed by the fluttering of wings as Archimedes flew through the door and landed on the foot of her bed. Tiberius scampered out from his pouch at her waist, eager to meet up again with his friend. She smiled a little at the display, barely noticing her brother dismissing the maids. “What…?”

“Do you really want to be surrounded by gossiping maids, or do you want to relax?” Michael asked her, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Now let’s get you undressed.”

A bath would be lovely; and it was just Michael… She reached around the back of her dress to the laces there; and he moved over, gently spinning her on the spot so he could undo them for her, apparently wanting her to do as little as possible. He always did fret over her exerting herself too much. The dress came loose and he started to push it from her shoulders, pausing for a moment and gently running his fingers over one of the love bites Christoph had given her the other night, a flush rising to her cheeks at the memory, Michael making a soft “Tsk”-ing noise, but didn’t comment, a small blessing. The dress fell to the floor and she obediently stepped out of it without having to be told; and she could almost feel Michael smile at that before his long fingers started to undo the layers of petticoats that were so popular in Barovia and she’d taken a fancy to. They too fell to the floor; and his hands gently ran over the sides of the corset she was wearing, something else unique to Barovia, not quite the stays she’d grown up wearing. But Christoph had always seemed to like how it drew her waist in; and surely Michael was just puzzling over the strange garment for a few moments before starting to undo the knot at her back, pulling open the laces and eventually peeling the article from her entirely, letting it drop to the floor.

Warm hands lifted her, and she let out a soft squeak; she hadn’t been expecting that, removed from the frills and fabric and placed back down next to the crackling fireplace, Michael spinning her to face him again, a small smile on his face as he bent down, gently tugging off her boots as she braced a hand against his shoulder for balance. Now she was just in her chemise, it was good she was next to the fire, forgetting how cold the castle could be after the cosy warmth of the windmill. Boots off and carelessly tossed towards the large pile of fabric on the floor, Michael pressed a soft kiss on her forehead. “I’m going to go and get you some fresh sheets and a clean chemise, you enjoy your bath and Archimedes will be here to keep you company.”

She gave him a small nod, wetting her lips for a moment before asking softly “Can you at least try a Sending for Christoph? Captain Christoph Athelrod?”

She wasn’t sure what the look behind his eyes was in that moment, his smile seeming a little forced, but he nodded, her clothes in his arms as he left her alone. She let out a long breath, walking over to gently pet Archimedes and receiving an appreciative croak in response. “I missed you to.” She pulled off her chemise, rolled down her stockings and stepped into the gently steaming water, letting out a soft noise of appreciation as her muscles already relaxed. She was pretty sure none of her friends would begrudge her a hot bath.

Laurana let herself sink under the water for a moment, it wouldn’t be a bad thing to sleep, to rest and search for them, for him, in the morning. If nothing else, she would probably be the easiest to find; it wasn’t as if her family wasn’t notable. They would find each other; and she could finally show them, him, everything she wanted to. They would read vast libraries and cause such scandals in society, but everything would be fine.

Michael stepped back into the room as she breached the surface, smiling over at her and laying her a fresh chemise on the bed. He walked over to her, picking up the sponge left for her and starting to gently wash her shoulders as she drew her knees up to her chest. She’d grown up bathing with an attendant, but it was normally one of the maids… This was just Michael being overly protective of her again, but she reached up and took the sponge from him and he gave it up without protest, going to sit on her bed and watch over her.

The actual cleaning process of the bath was quick and efficient, too long of having to share one small tub. She stood up, facing away from him, looking around for the towels, only to feel one draped over her shoulders. “Thank you Michael,” stepping out of the bath and drying herself quickly in front of the fire. She wrapped herself in the towel as she went over to the bed, Michael studiously looking away from her as she changed into this fresh chemise, she could see that Tiberius had already started to burrow himself under the covers of her bed, Archimedes watching her movements. She gently stroked the bird once again, her brother almost stiffening a little as she did. “Thank you for taking care of me Michael.”

“It’s quite fine. You know I’d do anything for you Rana.” He stood, Archimedes hopping over onto his shoulder, always seeming too large to be comfortable but apparently they made it work. “Get some sleep, we can discuss things tomorrow.” He turned to smile at her as he was in the threshold, starting to close the door to her. “Within a couple of days, it’ll be like you never left.”

[yaboirezzy]

Yes please, we promise we won't hurt you! :)

Have you read?

Go read it…you might like it!!! Heh heh (cocks pistol.) you might like it I promise

[liliumwallichianum]

what a day 11.09.21

I feel like shit but I’m hoping to turn it around starting at 12pm (in 10 minutes).

I woke up GROGGY af, skipped CEC again (even though I just have ONE more day to go!!???), didn’t email my CEC doc, ate 4 fatty dosas this morning, had chocolate and coffee and other things that are bad for me, didn’t take a vitamin, saw that my dad bought a JUUL..... can’t find the juul to hit LMFAO..... have been trying to do this uworld block and haven’t been able to concentrate...... feel like I’m missing a bunch of things... birthxiety is coming...... can’t get a rezzy for din on saturday...... can’t find a good fanny pack... 

but I know all of this is about to change :D starting now! i’m not even gonna wait for 12 hehehe okay bye <3 

[writinglionqueen]

Things Rezzy Miss on RAW (8/12/19)

~Seth comes out in some plain clothes, looks fine as hell

~AJ interrupts issues a challenge against him

~Announcing King of the Ring to next week’s RAW

~Sami versus Samoa Joe and Joe wins

~ (at some point the Street Profits giving us a nice recap)

~Dolph versus Miz, Miz beats his ass

~Ricochet interrupts Elias and a match ensues

~Ricochet wins (but Elias’ shoulder wasn’t down)

~Rey versus Andrade (again)

~Andrade wins in a clean sweep

~Stone Cold acknowledging Seth’s hard work

~Drew versus Cedric again and Drew and Cedric will be in the King of the Ring match

~Drew wins but after a fantastic match omfg it was amazing!!!

~Robert Roode versus No Way Jose, Roode won

~Paul making fun of Charlie….BUT BROCK GETS NO REMATCHES!!!

~LUCHA HOUSE PARTY VERSUS THE REVIVAL

~Truth running out an interrupting the match as people chase him

~The Revival are the co champs of the 24/7 championship

~Kalisto jumping them like a thing of beauty.

~Carmella getting Truth on one Revival member and he wins

~Elias jumping truth with a guitar and Elias is the champ

~Nattie coming out with her arm in a sling (dislocated elbow)

~SASHA INTERRUPTING BUT I’M CRYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

~OMFG SASHA’S BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!

~SASHA TURNING ON NATTIE!!!

~BECKS COMING OUT TO ATTACK SASHA!!!!!

~Sasha leaving like a LEGIT BOSS

~Viking Raiders versus jobbers again (who won right *eyeroll*)

~Bliss Cross (As I like to call them) versus Kabuki Warriors, Bliss Cross wins

~Seth versus AJ

~Ricochet and Braun came out to save Seth and even the odds with the rest of the OC

~Braun…being nice………ok ok…he had me for a moment

@superrezzy00

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Got back from my birthday dinner and missed a few details here and there. 

[manifestdukestiny-blog]

Day 1: Orlando to NOLA (639 miles)

The first leg of our journey took us from the glorified swamp that is Orlando to the glorified swamp that is New Orleans. Our first indicator that we had left the confines of Winter Park was when we ran into a truck on the turnpike with a bumper sticker that read "Isis Hunting Permit". While on the one hand we are pleased that this person went to the trouble of getting a permit, and thus showing a love for the LAW, we were deeply concerned and felt many internal questions arise. Did this individual find such a sticker at a store? Did they have it specially made? What in the entire heck? About three hours into the drive we stopped in Gainesville to fill up the ol' tank on the Sonata. While we were stopped, we ran around the car a few times and Ariel did some high kicks for good measure. Once back in the car, we had all grown a bit ~~~hongry. Luckily, because we are pursuing a #FitLife, we had sandwiches packed in a cooler. The fact that we even did this is so out of character and hilarious that we all had a good chuckle at our packed old lady lunches. I (Jillian) was sitting in the backseat so I had the power to distribute the sandwiches. I forced everyone to wait until 12 PM before distributing because it was important to me that we maintained some semblance of dignity even though the road does change people. Thus, we ate our sandwiches in 10 seconds flat at 12:00 on the dot and then got back to our busy day of sitting in the car. At this point the excitement of reaching Alabama was truly building, and when we finally crossed that border, the mood inside the Sonata was downright raucous. Many whoops ensued! Roll tide! Huzzah! Sweet home baby!!!! We could not maintain this high energy level for long, because post lunch is Ariel and I's first nap time of the day. So at this point we fell asleep and proceeded to remain unconscious for the entirety of the state, missing the 10 minutes of battleship scenery that we had been told to look out for. Alas. If you want to hear about that part of the journey you would have to ask Suzanne. When I arose from my slumber, we were in Mississippi. We stopped at a rest stop where people were incredibly friendly- which leads me to a central debate of this journey. Allow me to explain! Essentially, there are two ways to live your life. You can either assume that everyone wants to murder you, or you can assume that everyone is sane and simply want to be friendly. I am of the camp that everyone is a potential murder threat, my mom smiles at all strangers, and I don't think Ariel has actually noticed anyone looking at her in her entire life. But, I digress. Even I can admit that these Mississippians were quite nice and probably not aiming to kill me. A few short hours later we rolled into one of OUR FAVORITE PLACES ON EARTH, New Orleans! We cruised up to the Hilton, wrestled our bags out of the sonata, and all pretended not to know each other because we had booked a room for 2 people. It was very sneaky and sly. After the stunning success of this operation, we headed out to have first dinner at our favorite oyster spot in town, Felix's. The waiter thought we were such normal, moderate portion eaters, but he was WRONG because our 30 oysters were an appetizer. HA!!!! jokes on you!!! We had made reservations at the greatest restaurant, 3 Muses, but hadn't wanted to skip out on our fave oysters during our 16 hours in town, so a 2 dinner situation it was! Next we popped into a bar by 3 Muses to kill time before our rezzie. We ordered three glasses of Sauvignon blanc and it was undoubtedly the first time anyone had ever ordered that at the establishment. Oh well. The heart wants what it wants and we'd already had really strong bloody Mary's at Felix's. Anyways, no justification can really fix this so whatever-- judge as you will. Side note: one year I had the flu during this time of year. Bedridden and hardly able to keep my eyes open, the College World Series became the perfect pastime for me. You can literally fall asleep for 6 hours and MISS NOTHING, making it a great thing for a flu patient to get involved with. So anyways that marked the beginning of a soft spot in my heart for the CWS, and we were able to watch that while also enjoying some ~~jazz AND white wine! Wow! At 7:45 we positively skipped to 3 Muses because we love it so much and it hasn't ever let us down. The mac&cheese, tempura shrimp, bruschetta, and crab cake were so good I could cry thinking about it. Things like this truly make me feel that god has a plan for me. But then I also think about the time I fell into a fireplace and feel less convinced. Anywho. We made a quick stop at Pat O's where an old geezer tried to make moves on Suzanne. Ariel and I were having none of this, and sipped our hurricanes while angrily exchanging glances and making this man feel as uncomfortable as possible. The photographer at Pat o's came by to take our photo and (because we kept blinking from the flash) took so many pictures of us that the table next to us accused us of using Pat O's as our personal glamour shots. This was rather embarrassing. So finally, we crawled into bed and fell into a fitful sleep full of skeleton keys (in ariels case), missed alarms and hotel reservations (Suzanne), and whether Selena and The Weeknd are ACTUALLY dating (me).

[starryeyedjew]

SINCE IT’S INTERNATIONAL WOMEN’S DAY HERE’S A SHOUT OUT TO THE WOMEN WHO INSPIRE ME EVERY DAMN DAY

1. ANGIE LAGORE (the wonderful women who nearly died giving birth to me and raised my sister and I the best she could considering she was a single mom with two kids, hi mom i love you and appreciate you very much)   

2. LINDA JONES (my amazing grandmother who helped my mom raise us and still continues to do the best that she can to help mom out so she doesn’t have so much to do, grandma I love you so much and I hope you understand how much you mean to me)  

3. MADDISON SCARBOROUGH (my beautiful older sister who always tries her best and is always stressed out but would still fight anyone who ever threatened me, hey sis you’re a pain in my ass but I love you regardless) 

4. REBECCA SCARBOROUGH (my beautiful step mother who, although she gets on my nerves, I would fight for. She has put up with so much of my bullshit but doesn’t know how much I appreciate her. Hey Becky, I love you, you’re amazing and I’m sorry I give you a hard time.) 

5. BETHANY MARTIN (my pain-in-the-ass step sister who just so happens to be the most intelligent woman I’ve ever met. Her and I will fight each other but will also fight for each other. Bethany, we have our bonding moments and we have our fights, but I care and appreciate you being there for me no matter what.)

6. MISTY JOHNSON (my amazing aunt who didn’t deserve the cancer she was struck with. She fought a hard fight and she won her battle. She has been there for me even if she no longer lives in state and has always supported me and has given me a forever home if anything were to happen to or in the one I have now. I love you, Aunt Misty, you’re one of the best things that has ever happened to me.) 

7. LINDSAY YAMRY (my amazing cousin who has been there for me for so many long years and continues to be there for me now. She provided my mother, sister, and I a home when we lost ours back in 2004 and had to wait for two months for it to be rebuilt. I love you, Ladybug. You mean a lot to me and you always will.) 

8. BETTY SIMONS (this woman was my great grandma ninney. This woman was everything to me and will always remain in my heart. She fought a hard battle with Lung and Ovarian Cancer and sadly lost her battle May 16th, 2004. Grandma, I love you and I hope you’re watching out for me. I miss you a lot.) 

9. HANNAH LEIGH LAXSON-STICE (this asshole is my best friend and cousin. She has been there for everything important in my life just as I was for her’s. She would literally kill and/or die for me and I would do the same. Han Solo, you’re the greatest friend I’ve ever had and I hope to god you’re still in my life when we’re 80 and dying. I love you, dude.) 

10. KELLY JO DAVIS (this woman right here is my amazing cousin, friend, and English teacher. She is hilarious and lovely and I would do anything for her. She has made my life a hell of a lot better since she came back into it and I hope she knows that I appreciate her so much. I love you, monster, so so much.) 

11. ILENA YANG (this is the person who quite literally saved my life. I was going through a really rough time and I’m really happy I found her when I did. She is one of my best friends and she is the absolute best. I love you, meme, I hope you realize how much you mean to me.) 

11. BEX TAYLOR-KLAUS ( @bext-k ) (this woman inspires me so damn much because she is strong and independent and beautiful. She’s an amazing actress and I hope to be able to act as amazing as her one day. Thank you, Bex, for being the best role model anyone could ask for.)

12. LILLY RAUN ( @gayizzys ) (this one is a (bi)tter human being but I love her to pieces and would do absolutely anything for. She is strong, especially because of her past, and she is beautiful and perfect to me. I love you so much, even when you want to be an asshole and bully me over spelling mistakes and steal my memes.) 

13. WILLOW CAREY ( @agender-deity ) (this girl does not deserve half the shit she goes through every day. She is strong and beautiful and has an amazing music and book taste. She is one of my favorite people in the world. I love you so much, Will. You’re incredible.)

14. CAMILLA aka REZ ( @littlerez ) (tiny human deserves so much love. she is adorable and strong and funny as hell. she is an amazing artist - follow her art blog @littlerez-art - and I would protect her with my life. I love you, Rezzie. Stay fierce.)

15. KAYLA ( @kayladchristine ) (this one and I recently became friends but honestly I love her so much. She is beautiful and strong and amazing in every which way.She is hilarious and opinionated and I love it. I love you, dude.)

16. VIOLET ( @facethefandom ) (This is one of my favorite friends. We don’t talk very much anymore, but i hope she knows how much I care for her. Violet, you’re beautiful and smart and funny as hell, also you love dragons too. I love you, and I hope you’re having an amazing day.)

17. JORDAN LEWELLYN <3( @theonetheonlyjordanelizabeth ) (This is the woman that I want to spend every day of my life with. She is the most beautiful, the most intelligent, the most wonderful woman that I’ve been blessed with. We’ve been together for a year and one month and honestly it’s been an amazing year and one month. I love you, JoJo, so damn much. you inspire me every day and I’m so damn lucky to be with you.)

18. JADE ( @sly-kuroo ) (this girl is amazing and smart and beautiful and lovely and funny and I love her to pieces. She is one of my best friends and I care for her a lot. I love you, Jade, stay amazing.)

19. JORI ( @outerspxcehood ) (Jori is the one person in the group chat that we’re in that has ever cared for me and is my best friend. I got her into the voltron and she got me back into justice league. She’s crazy smart and Incredibly beautiful. I love you, Joribear. You’re fucking awesome.)

20. NUBIA ( @capitalism-senpai ) (Nubia has such a beautiful name as is she. she is hilarious and I love her like a little sister. I would fight for her and I’m sure she would do the same. I love you, Nubs. I hope you’re day was fantastic.)

21. SHELBY ( @sebbybubble ) (Shelby has been apart of my life for, I think three or four months now, and we had an instant friendship. I would die for this girl and I’m sure she’d do the same for me. Bean, you’re the best bean anyone could ask for and I love you so much. Have a good day best friend.)

22. MARISSA ( @ixdaddyissuesxi ) (I love this girl like a little sister. She is wise beyond her years and it stuns me sometimes that she’s actually younger than me. She’s wicked smart and absolutely beautiful. She is hilarious an very opinionated and I love her to pieces. I love you, Alien. You’re a fucking dork but I love you to pieces.) 

There are so many more but those are the most important. I love all of you and you mean so much to me. 

Support your fellow women and support the women in your lives today. 

Everyone, please have a good day.