ese sentimiento cuando genuinamente amas tanto un shipp que te dan tanta serotonina con lo mínimo, podría dar mi vida por ese shipp sin que me lo pidan tbh
writing a long fic is constantly dreaming up future scenarios that I can’t share yet and banging my head against a wall to figure out the next sequential piece of the story
an anima based on a racoon, that likes to clean trashcans, has a conveniently trailblazer like color pallet for their shiny version,,, i feel like that's on purpose
