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LOGAN DANVERS;

Later, when he had time to reflect on the encounter, Logan would come to regret that his knee-jerk reaction to Aspen’s news had been, of all things, laughter. “What?” he asked, a nervous tremor audible in the chuckle that fell from his lips. “You–you have a kid?” He wracked his brain, trying to remember any of the times they’d crossed paths since he’d moved to Monleon. He couldn’t recall ever seeing her with a child. Incredulity turned to confusion, and not before long, he felt himself slipping into a panic. One moment, he had been smirking at her request for tequila, the quip allowing him to feel a little bit less intimidated by the abruptness of her presence; the next, he was reaching out to grasp the counter, knuckles growing white as he regarded her. In five words, she had stolen the air from his lungs. Without warning, the room had become impossibly small — the fringes of his vision had darkened, and it felt as though the walls were closing in. 

Logan’s gaze traveled over her face, searching for something, anything. Answers. Confirmation. He found the truth in her eyes; she didn’t have to answer him because it was all in the azure hues that were staring back at him. His free hand had begun to shake like it had when he was younger, before a game. “Aspen… are you sure?” he asked, wincing slightly at the implication in his question. Are you sure your son is mine? “You’re sure he’s mine? If he’s my son, that means he’s… what, four? Five?” Mental math wasn’t his forte but it wasn’t hard to add up, given the timeline of their short-lived affair coincided with his relocation to Florida. He had been willing to try a long-distance relationship with her from Nashville, so the trade had come as a sign from God, seemingly. That was the irony of it all — he had moved closer, and despite the connection they’d shared and the fact that he’d resolved the geographical drawback, she had still decided that she didn’t want to pursue it. It had stung at the time, but she had been well within her right to make that call, and he’d made peace with it. “I don’t understand. I’ve been here for years. If you’ve known this, if you’ve even had an idea that I could be his father… then why are you telling me this now, years later? Did something happen to him? Is he okay? Are you okay?”

The moment the words were out, Aspen almost wished she could’ve shove them back in. She fell silent, maybe for a moment too long as she found herself adverting eye contact. Licking her lips, she’d pressed them together, and pushed an ‘mhm’ from her throat. As the news sat an rightful panic within him, one that she could feel, sense, radiate off of him. After a few more seconds of avoiding direct contact with him, she’d let out a sigh and brought her attention back upon him. His question was a fair one. She couldn’t deny him that. Hell, at first, she had worried that she had gotten pregnant by her ex. If there was anything that made her more nauseous and genuinely horrified, it was that thought. But the dates haven’t added up, if she had been, she would’ve been further along when she found out. Not to mention as her son got older, there were traits and features her ex absolutely lacked that screamed Logan. “I’m sure.” She responded, “His name is Aiden.” As her attention fell upon the thought of her son, and the little facts about him, she felt a smile tug at the corner of her mouth. The affection she felt for her son pinging at her heart. “He’s four.” The hint of a smile that had crossed her features only seconds before would come to be wiped completely as admitting that out loud seemed wrong. Wrong to know that it had been that long, that that much time had passed before she finally told the man before her.

“It’s--” She would begin, but immediately gave pause as another valid question lingered in the air. She knew, for the most part, why she haven’t mentioned this at first. But as the years went on, Aspen wasn’t quite sure why she remained tight lipped. Maybe because she had already dug herself into this hole, and the idea of trying to figure out a way to dig her way out left her at a lost. “Why I didn’t initially tell you is a long story, and I don’t-- I don’t wanna get into that one.” She commented, “But I have no excuse for why I took this long, I should have told you sooner. But I didn’t want to trap you, and I’m really still not trying to trap you.” That was absolutely one thing she did not want, was for her son to be a burden on anyone. “He’s okay, we’re both okay. He’s just been asking about you, and he’s starting to wonder. And he deserves to know who that actually is, who you actually are. Not the one that people think it is.” She wasn’t necessarily pound of it, but her father and brother absolutely believed Aiden’s dad was her ex. It saved a lot of questions, and in the end, a lot of heartbreak for all involved. “I know you don’t believe me, and hell, I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t believe me either. If you want a test, you can absolutely have one. You can have whatever you need.” She assured, this time finally gathering up the courageous to take a few steps towards him. “But you have a son.” She repeated, an ease in her words this time around. A small smile founded upon her features, a hint of sadness lingering within in. “And he’s beautiful.”

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ADRIENNE SOTO;

Adrienne grinned wide when she listened to her friend mention how much Aiden had love their little getaway out to the Zoo. While she would have never thought that she would be the cool aunt to a kid, Aiden had crept inside of the cold shell around her heart and broken through somehow. He was the sweetest child and smarter than people gave him credit. “Don’t worry about it I’m hoping the thing you need to take care of is all set and it’s good.” She hadn’t asked many questions because it wasn’t her place but still found herself a little curious. At the mention of wine, she was quick to get up and grab some glasses for the two of them. However, she merely paused at the mention of getting out. “Do you have a babysitter on call?” She questioned, knowing that it would change things if she had someone who’d be able to come and care for Aiden. “Because if you do, we’re definitely getting you out of this house.

“Part one is taken care of, yes.” Aspen stated, with a firm nod of her head. More then aware that what she had needed done was far from over. But this part was absolutely the hardest part of it all, and she was glad that that was out of the way. “He’s spending the night with his uncle, therefore, I’m kid free, and I’m more then ready to get out of this house.” Personally being surrounded by a bunch of people sounded right up her alley right now. Some booze, a little flirting, dancing -- the whole nine yards. Get her mind off the fact that she quite possibly just ruined a man’s life. Okay, no, that was over dramatic. “Are we doing the club scene or the run of the mill bar scene? I need to know, so I can dress accordingly.”

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                  ASPEN NAVARRO + INSTAGRAM (1/?)

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dianeguerrero_: Si me ves no me ves.

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WELCOME TO MONELON:

FULL NAME: Aspen Navarro

OCCUPATION: Middle School Art Teacher

AGE & D.O.B:  31 & February 4th, 1989.

RESIDENCE:  Bougainvillea Park

ORIGINALLY FROM: Providence, Rhode Island

HOW LONG THEY’VE BEEN IN TOWN: 22 Years

BIOGRAPHY:

TW: Drugs & alcohol mention, car accident mention, injury

Aspen R. Navarro was born on a nice February morning in 1988; the second blessing that day for barely nineteen year olds, Sofia Nolan and Henry Navarro. As only did a few minutes before, the pair would also welcome a bouncing baby boy named Ezra. A beautiful pair of twins would seem overwhelming to any young parent, and for Sofia Nolan-Navarro, it was. Growing up, Aspen remembers more horror stories about her mother, then good things. A wild girl at heart, her mother could never seem to attach to the idea of growing up, therefore always in trouble. Between partying, drinking, and drugs; it’d come to leave most of the responsibility upon the young Henry Navarro. Breaking the stereotype, Henry took much better to being a parent then his wife seemed to. The second his kids were born, his whole outlook changed on life. The unbalance of the pair would bring their marriage to short-lived come only six years on paper, yet, it having been over way longer then that. After the divorce, her mother would attempt to change her ways in order to keep custody of her children, and most importantly, support from her ex-husband. This, however, was just as short-lived, yet no less of a fight for her father. Despite Sofia’s issues, the courts seemed to still favor the mother. Yet, Aspen could never quite remember ever being in her mother’s custody afterwards, and the times she were, it was a mother passed out drunk, or partying it up. It’d come to take two years before Henry Navarro could get the courts to award him full custody of his kids, and the second he got it, he’d also take up a job offer too good to pass up. The next move? Monleon, Florida.

Moving from Rhode Island to Florida was more the welcomed for the small family. It was a fresh start, for all three of them. Aspen only nine at the time of the move, embraced the ideas and wonders the area could offer her. Growing up, the Navarro’ twins were as any pair of twins would be; attached at the hip. Unafraid to get down and dirty, Aspen found herself fitting better in with the group of friends her brother had, then most girl groups. As a young girl, Aspen enjoyed anything she could do outside; especially sports. Therefore, when she hit middle school, she’d find herself taking up soccer, basketball, swimming, cheer-leading, volleyball, even at one point, she had convinced her father to allow her to horseback ride. The more physical, the better. It would be in her Sophomore year of high school, however, when Aspen’s faith and beliefs would be tested. After a high school party, Aspen would find herself in a car accident. One that would nearly leave her paralyzed. In fact, doctors were sure that she would be. However, that showed just how little they knew Aspen Navarro. She wasn’t someone who took no for an answer. Therefore, she’d push herself day in and day out, reminded herself to never give up. That she was stronger then this, and the underlining depression that she was feeling at the possibility of never being able to move again was just another obstacle to overcome. She wouldn’t let this win.

Just a little over a year, and Aspen would find herself accomplishing her goals. She was able to walk again, a celebration in on its own. Within this year, however, Aspen would come to find another outlet in herself. Since she had no longer been able to do sports, she had to find something — everything that made her feel alive. What she’d come across was physical, but in a whole other way then she was used to. Aspen Navarro had been so busy living life at such a fast pace, always on the go, she never realize that there was so much beauty around her. There was beauty even in tragedy. She’d go from moving through it, to observing the things around her. Even to the point she’d come to recreate it. At first, the paint, the canvas, it was meant to be a source of therapy. A way to let out her frustration, but it became so much more. She loved it. The colors, the elements, the blank canvas that came to life. It spoke to another part of her soul that she was never quite aware of. There were a lot of things people would assume that Aspen would go to college for, art was not one of them. Yet, it definitely came to be the best fit for the young girl. She loved art so much, liked capturing it, and creating it all the same, and she wanted nothing more then to share that with others. A women who always had something to show, something to teach, it would be no surprise when she’d start work at the local middle school; as the art teacher. Aspen would also find herself coaching volleyball, and cheer-leading.

At the age of twenty-four, Aspen would find herself reconnecting with someone she never thought she’d would. Her mother. Freshly sober, and eager to reconnect with her children. Yet, not as open to the idea, although, as her mother proves she can stay sober; Aspen slowly reconnects with her. At the age of twenty-seven, Aspen would receive wonderful news; she was pregnant. Her mother relapsing just shortly after finding this out, and despite how eager Aspen is to cut her off right there. She’d give her the benefit of the doubt, and proceeds to give her the option of being in her grandchild’s life, or going back to Rhode Island. Ashamed, Sofia Nolan-Navarro goes back on her 12-step. Aspen would come to give birth to a beautiful baby boy, who she’d go ahead to name Aiden Henry Navarro.

ASPEN NAVARRO is portrayed by DIANE GUERRERO and written by MATI.

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logandanvers​:

At some point over the last five years, Logan had become his own father when it came to matters of the home. After years of watching his old man insist on mowing the grass before it rained, and spending countless hours puttering around in the garage, the eldest Danvers child had found himself wandering about the property he shared with his sister, making note of any home improvement projects he wanted to tackle over the hiatus. Logan didn’t necessarily consider himself handy, but he had faith that YouTube would yield all of the education he needed – and, worst case scenario, he could always call in a professional to salvage things. His main task for the day was heading off to the hardware store for materials to build the vegetable garden he and Lily had decided on, followed by a trip to the local greenhouse to pick up some plants. Keys and phone in hand, he pulled his shoes on and headed out of the house, pausing only when he saw someone walking up the driveway. 

“Aspen?” Logan stopped dead in his tracks, looking over the brunette. He hadn’t seen her in some time – it had been months, maybe even a year. They’d first met in Hawaii for a week-long destination wedding around the time he’d been traded to the Lightning, both in attendance to support the happy couple as members of the wedding party. Over the course of the week, they’d gotten to know each other better, accompanying one another on trips to the beach and excursions around the island. By the time the week was over, their time in paradise at a close, Logan had made it clear that he was interested in keeping in contact. For a while, they’d tried to make it work, but Aspen seemingly experienced a change of heart in the weeks that followed, and decided she needed to focus on other things. After that, they quickly became strangers. And now, here she was. “What are you⏤?” Before he could finish his question as to why she standing in his driveway, she spoke to him, apologizing for her unannounced appearance, asking if he had time to talk. “Yeah, of course. Come on in, let’s talk,” he said, gesturing to the front door. The house was empty, affording them privacy to speak freely.

We need to talk was never a phrase anyone wanted to hear, and Aspen’s sudden reappearance in his life after they’d gone their separate ways made his stomach twist in knots as he led her into the house. He couldn’t think of anything so pressing to warrant her coming by, her insistence to talk. He’d just have to be patient and let her talk in her own time. “Can I get you something to drink?” Logan asked, turning back to her as he headed toward the kitchen. 

Her time with Logan had been like a dream. A wonderful, much needed, dream at the time. One that she would’ve question the reality of, had she not had living, breathing proof that it did, in fact, happen. Continuing that dream when she returned home from Hawaii sounded ideal, until she was smacked with just how harsh her reality was. With the mess she had left at home for a solid week, while she embraced the tropical island, and the kind, fun-loving man that made the trip even more worth remembering. Of course, in the end, deciding she couldn’t truly bring that home with her. Cutting things off with Logan seemed like the right move at the time, and so did not burdening him with the news she’d find out a short three days later. Maybe not the most moral decision, but she had thought she was saving him the hassle. A ridiculous thought to say the least, one that lingered guilt in its wake. His reaction to this a thought that unnerved her the most. She would deserve whatever came her way, but her son wouldn’t. 

She pressed her lips together into a flat line, as she inhaled sharply, filling her lungs with the air she had momentarily stopped breathing. The beating of her heart still sounding in her ears. She gave him a firm nod, before reluctantly following behind him into his home. Remaining quiet as she did so, her thoughts continued to run rampant. Eyes wide, she seemed frozen in the spot by the front door. She almost missed when he spoke to her again, blinking a few times as she brought herself back to her upcoming reality. It took her a moment longer to comprehend the words he had spoken, once they processed, she simply smiled and followed behind him into his kitchen. 

“Tequila.” She responded, in attempt of a joke. To lighten up how uneasy she was coming off, but even she had to admit that fell rather short. Although, she probably really should’ve taken a shot of something before she came here. “I’m kidding.” Aspen assured, offering up a soft smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I'm good, thank you.” She’d go silent again, a hand gripping her purse strap, as if it aided her support. Just spit it out, Aspen. Rip this bandaid off. “I’m sorry for dropping by like this.” She began, “And for springing this on you, but I-- you deserve to know. You both deserve to know.” Her son was beginning to ask questions, and while she knew she could’ve ran with the lie she allowed her brother and father to believe, she couldn’t seem to accept that for her son. Not when he was beginning to look more and more like his father. She took a deep breath in, and forced herself to look at him, “After we -- went separate ways, I found out that I was --” A pause, following by her wetting her lips, “---I was pregnant.” She finally began to speak the thought out loud, it sounding as crazy now as it did then. “I gave birth to a little boy --” Another pause, then pushing straight to the point, to the main conclusion, “-- you have a son, Logan.” 

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STARTER FOR @sotoadrienne;​

“You absolutely did a number on Aiden, because he will not stop talking about the zoo, and how aunt Adri is absolutely the best!” Aspen began, as the door opened, blue eyes falling upon Adrienne. A kind, and rather appreciative smile pasted upon her features as she made her statement. “I also owe you -- thank you for taking him for a few hours the other day. Some stuff came up, and you were an absolute lifesaver.” As she made her way into her friend’s home, Aspen held up a paper bag, that gave away the object within, since it formed over the shape of a bottle. “I bought wine.” She announced, “Aiden wants to know when you’re going to take him out again, and I told him that mommy’s next, because I could absolutely use a couple of drinks, and some adult time.” Aspen added, as she sat the bottle down on the nearest flat surface. “And I’m thinking that we could either do that here, or -- we can go out, and paint the town red. Whatever you’re feeling tonight, my love. Because I’m down for either or.”

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STARTER FOR @logandanvers​; 

Aspen had known that Logan resided in Monleon for awhile, and while she did her absolute best to avoid him anytime she saw him; her efforts weren’t always met with success. But even in those times, she’d still make very little effort with him, before continuing on with her day. In a lot of ways, it had been rather rude of her altogether. But the easiest choice for her considering what she knew, and he didn’t. Aspen usually didn’t run away from a challenge, in fact, she faced it head on, but this was absolutely one challenge she didn’t wanna deal with. Truth be told, it seemed to be an common trend she had with the male; to run away from him. Why that was, she didn’t know as a whole. She just knew that that was what she did. Exhaling rather sharply, as her knuckles turned white from the tight grip she had on the steeling wheel of her Honda CR-V. She felt rather nauseous, her head bowed down, forehead resting on the center of the steeling wheel. Steady breaths in and out, as she did her best to convince herself that it was time. “Damn it.” She whispered, before pushing herself back against her seat, hands dropping as she unfasten her seat belt, and pushed herself out of her car. 

As she shut the door, blue orbs fell upon the residence the address given had taken her to, almost hoping that maybe she had been given the wrong one. And that she could simply just wait until she ran into him again. This cowardly thought was put to rest when the tall figure emerged from the front door, her heart gave pause as her flight instincts kicked in. Come on, Aspen, just get it over with. You deserve whatever comes next. Sighing, heavily, she’d push herself forward, one foot in front of the other. “Logan!-- Hey,” She’d call out, giving him a small awkward wave, as she got closer, finding herself more uneasy now then ever before. “--hey, sorry for just popping up out of nowhere, but I was wondering-- if you had time, if we could, you know, talk. If not, that’s fine, we can talk some other time, but we should, um, definitely talk.” What the hell? She gave pause, and shook her head as she realized that that was more like word vomit then anything else. Clearing her throat, she straighten out, and tried it again, “Do you have a minute?” 

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magic-ellie​:

“So, do you want to know what the future has in store for you? Free for charge for being the first person. What do you say?” Ellie said shuffling the cards and starting with a smile at ther person who had just took a seat in front of her. She had been in this new city for a month and so far she was happy. The people responded well with the opening of her shop and most young women who had come to it told her that it was just what they needed. Crystals, tarot card readings, incence, herbs and handmade soaps were the things you could find at the “Magic Moon” shop in a quiet little corner of Monleon. She had her doubts but pushed them behind. If she wanted to start a new life after what happened back in Alaska. Her mom was worried but she was a big girl and could look after herself. “Just choose one pile and we’ll begin.” Ellie said pointing to the three piles in front of her.

“Uh--” She pressed her lips together as the question lingered in her head, the idea of fortune telling always being an interesting one to her. Rather she believed it or not, was truly anyone’s guess, but interesting nonetheless. “I don’t know, do I?” She spoke after a second, a chuckle escaping her lips as she looked up at the other. “I think it all depends on what you tell me. If it’s good, then sure, but if it’s bad--” She shook her head, “It’d be best if I don’t know that.” She glanced down at the cards in front of her, and pointed to a middle stack, “That one, I guess.” Licking her lips, she glance back up at her, “Lay it on me.”

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casoncohen​:

Like a poet born too late who wore his heart on his sleeve, a saviour born as he attempted to pen the next great american novel. He hums in dissatisfaction at the scribbles on the ivory coloured paper. How hard could it be? He’d thought this as he stared at the four walls of his bedroom only to quickly realise his impending doom. The publicist was breathing down his neck, the world awaiting for the great words of a once great writer. But he was falling short each time, as he sighs heavily reaching up to rub at his tired eyes.

Reaching over for his cup of coffee that was fuelling the energy he so awfully lacked, it came up empty as he stared at the bottom of the cup a pout following. How long had that been empty? He grumbles as he pushes up from his chair, a stumble straight after as he chuckles to himself — damn, he was tired.

Cason had forgotten over time how much working on a novel could eat at him; it was slowly becoming soul consuming and his mind did not deter from the goal. But he wondered if the goal was worth his sanity at this rate?

‘‘Could I get another black coffee please?’‘ He calls out as he begins to fish for his wallet.

Aspen had been in line, awaiting on her extra heavy drink order, so that she could start her long day. She’d find herself glancing around the cafe, picking up on different individuals, but nothing quite holding her attention as they all seemed busy in their day. For no other reason, but chance, Aspen’s attention would fall on a male who seemed as though he had been lost in his writing. Seconds later, he’d stand, and stumble, the exhaustion rather clear on his features. She gave him a soft smile as he got into line, it rather obvious that he needed the extra push only caffeine knew how to give. She nodded as he spoke, deciding to add her own two cents in. “Expresso may be more of a lifesaver right now.” She commented, “Adds that extra punch to your day. It’s a little more bitter, but -- since you’re a black coffee drinker, I think you’ll be able to handle it.”

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                              one of my favorite sayings is,                                             “Broken crayons still color.”                                      Because it’s so true.                                        NO MATTER HOW BROKEN                                                              you feel, or how hopeless.                                              There’s always beauty within you.                                           there’s always color, and life.                                                  no matter what.

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          ✤      ASPEN NAVARRO; A MOODBOARD     ✤

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Still Mati, still entering from the EST timezone, and this would be my second little sunshine. 14/10 the opposite of Zak.

ASPEN RAYNE NAVARRO | 31 | MIDDLE SCHOOL ART TEACHER | VOLLEY BALL & CHEERLEADING COACH.

TRIGGER WARNINGS INCLUDE:

CAR ACCIDENT, INJURY.

- Born in Rhode Island to teen parents. Has a twin brother named Ezra, is the youngest by five minutes. Is never allowed to forget this fact.

- Her parents did marry, and tried to make it work, but her mother was the absentee parent, as she was more into partying and being young, while her father dropped absolutely everything to parent her and her brother.

- Her parents divorced, her, her brother, and her father moved to Monleon when the twins were nine. Has been here since. 15/10 a daddy’s girl. Loves the hell out of her father, and her brother. 

- She was, and honestly still is, hella athletic. Did just about every sport she could, loves to work out, loves sports. She had thought her profession would have involved her playing a professional sport. But when she was injured in a car accident during her junior year of hs, and nearly left unable to walk again, that would all come to change. 

- She never took no for any answer, so she fought to be capable of walking again. But in order to unleash some of the frustration she felt, she’d find herself in front of a canvas with paint. This would open a new door for her, and she’d come to fall in love with art. She had been so busy living in the fast lane, she never realized how beautiful the world was. 

- She’d end up going to college for art, and found that she wanted to teach it. Fast forward to her teaching it at the local middle school, and honestly, she absolutely loves her job. She still loves sports, all of them, so she does coach. Currently just cheerleading and volleyball, but she’s also others. 

- Has a three year old son named Aiden Henry Navarro. Her pride and joy. That’s her baby boy, and he’s honestly the sweetest little thing. 

- Has mended her relationship with her mother a bit, when she came to Monleon before Aiden was born wanting to mend her connection to her children. It has been an interesting journey to say the least. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS

THE BEST FRIEND/RIDE OR DIE

GIRL GANG, GANG

HIGH SCHOOL FRIENDS

COLLEAGUES (OTHER TEACHERS/INDIVIDUALS THAT COULD WORK AT THE SCHOOL SHE DOES)

BABY DADDY // (I left this connection incredibly open because honestly I had no real set idea on him. So, he could literally not even know the kid exist, because those are always fun. He could, and has said in the past that he didn’t want anything to do with the baby. Might now, might still not. Could’ve been from an off and on again relationship. A one night stand. Literally anything tbh.)

EXES // I do think she’s a hopeless romantic and does believe in love. So, she probably has a few of these.

ONE NIGHT STANDS // She’s a woman, she likes sex as much as the next.

I COACH YOUR KID OR I TEACH YOUR KID // Anyone with kids, who could possibly fit within that timeline. 

FRENEMIES 

GYM BUDDIES // Anyone who is athletic, or likes sports, or just likes to work out. She’s literally about all of those things, so they’d get along well. 

ETC // I’m truly always up for brainstorming! So if you’ve got anything, please come at me!<3