#if you have any more questions feel free to send me links to originals/remixes and i can check!

[best-fnaf-song-competition]

How are we dealing with remasters, remixes, and covers? I have forgotten

Remasters are applicable if they are noticeably different from the original (example I gave earlier was the One Of Us remaster by Nightcove because the instrumental/vocal delivery was different + dheusta was added as a collaborator)

Remixes would probably be allowed if they're different enough as well, but I'm hesitant to allow remixes of multiple songs mixed together solely because that would be hell to categorize, and the songs being relatively untouched but cut up to fit together isn't really changing them enough to be applicable here (a good example of something labeled as a remix that would work is Bad Rabbit by tryhardninja because, as far as I can remember, the entire vibe and organization of the song was vastly different from the original)

Covers probably won't be allowed in at all, especially if the original wasn't released in 2023. I'm sure the people doing the covers are adding their own spin on things, but I'd like to remain within the realm of creators and their own work if that makes sense!

[januarywren]

I’m slowly getting back into writing Harry Potter fics, and I just finished a remix of my sevmione story, ‘Rose Dew’. It’s fairy tale inspired, with Fae!Hermione and a brooding, aged-down Severus. 🤍

Here’s a link to it on ao3, and I’ll post the remix chapter down below (it can be read as a standalone - while the original story is nsfw, the stand alone chapter is sfw!!). Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy it! 🦕💙

Life was nothing like a fairytale.

If it were, his mother wouldn't have been marred by harsh bruises, and constantly weeping when she thought he wouldn't hear. He always did, his heart sinking beneath the worn floorboards.

If it were, his father wouldn't keep the world away so none would see him ranting and raving when he was deep in his cups, and how he was cruel to those closest to him, namely his wife and his son. There was no one that came to visit, there was no one that cared about any of them.

(Your father is sick," his mother whispered, as she slipped him bits of her biscuit. "He wasn't always like this –" and Severus couldn't help but think if his father were sick, when would they find a cure? Only his father wouldn't let them cast magic, and they never had enough galleons to ring the doctor.)

If it were, his nose wouldn't be long and hooked at the end, as if he were a troll.

Severus scowled at the thought and rested his temple against the cold windowpane. He heard the muffled sounds of his parents below as his father ranted and his mother begged for him to behave.

Nothing would ever change -

Until his eyes met gold.

There against the opposite side of the glass pane was a creature - no, a little girl, a sweet Fae who was hardly bigger than his hand.

Severus's breath hitched as she fluttered against the winter wind, her golden wings prettier than anything he had ever seen. They glowed in the dim light, translucent enough for him to see their tiny dips and folds.

She paused for a moment, her warm gaze meeting his. He pressed closer to the window, taking care for his feet not to touch the floorboard that creaked.

Words rose to the tip of his tongue, words that he kept still.

Are you here?

Are you real?

He held the words back as if they would send the Fae scattering away. For at that moment Severus knew that he didn't want her to leave, not as his parents' voices grew louder from down below.

Slowly Severus moved to open the window, mindful of the girl on the other side of it. She watched him intently, her dark curls framing her young face. She didn’t look much older than him, though Severus knew the Fae were never as they seemed.

‘Never tell them your name, or they can steal you away, my heart,' his mother often warned when he was younger and able to steal away into the gardens. He loved the sun and the gentle breeze and never felt as free as when he dallied in the gardens and crept to the edge of the forest.

There he would listen to the birds as they called to one another and watched as the squirrels leaped from branch to branch, and garter snakes slithered through the high grass. There were times when he dreamed that he was the same as any fox scampering through the forest or a salamander that made its home beneath fallen brush. There, he was free, more so than in the whole of his life.

He was happy.

His father had brought an end to his joy, barring the doors to the outer world.

"You may come in, if you'd like," Severus whispered, pulling the latch free. There was a gap between the pane and the glass then, one that the Fae slowly slipped through.

She was smaller than he'd first thought, Severus realized as she leaned against his hand. She was small enough for a squirrel to carry away or a bird to catch, and he felt his stomach roll at the thought of her vanishing with the harsh wind.

"Are you alright?" Severus whispered, not expecting an answer. It seemed that she understood him, though what creature wouldn't take shelter from the cold winter?

Snowflakes clung to the tip of her nose, and she sneezed making her blush. Severus started in surprise, his cheeks turning the same shade of pink as hers.

"Ah...you can use my sleeve," he suggested, and he found that he wanted to laugh when she shook her head.

(Did she think it was rude?)

She moved to climb on top of his hand, holding on to his thumb for support. It seemed she was weaker on her feet than when she flew, her wings fluttering far slower than before.

She covered her mouth as she yawned, before looking up at him with sleepy eyes. They were pools of warm, glittering honey; the kind that dripped from his spoon when he stirred it into his tea.

'Thank you,' he heard a tendril of warm magic curling around his own. 'I was caught in the storm and had nowhere to go...I was trying to find some silk string for my familiar to play with, you see, and wandered too far.'

"It's alright," Severus assured her, his magic far calmer than he had ever felt before. It was a ball of tightly wound chaos, one that often felt as if it wanted to press him into the ground. "I don't mind - at all."

At her knitted brow, Severus felt he wanted her to understand. "I'm alone here," he confessed, feeling all of his fifteen years, "Tobias - my father - he never allows anyone into the Manor. He doesn't trust any witch or wizard, or the hares in the garden. He doesn't trust anyone."

The Fae's expression turned solemn then, and Severus was still as she hugged the top of his thumb.

'I'm here.'

He felt his heart skip inside of his chest as if it were a light and silly thing.

"You are," Severus agreed, his tone far softer than it had ever been before. "Do you live in the forest?" he asked, inclining his head toward the window.

The forest had surrounded the manor for as long as the Prince family could remember. It was a mass of tangled brush and whispering leaves, and creatures that scattered throughout every acre.

'I can't tell you,' the words were tinged with regret as the Fae held on to his finger. Her words rang clear through his thoughts, carried there by their entwining magic. 'You would look for me then, Severus,' her look knowing then as she studied him. 'The court would never allow that.'

He knew that she could only mean the Fae court, one that was the subject of countless, fantastic legends. Every witch or wizard knew to fear the Fae, as the creatures delighted in wordplay and tricks, and were known to steal children away in the night, leaving a changeling in their stead.

Yet Severus found he wasn’t afraid of the Fae before him.

His magic sang with hers, a harmonious tune as they entwined together. No, Severus had little reason to fear the girl near him, as if he knew deep down, they were kindred spirits. It was a thought his father would have mocked him for, yet Severus found he cared not.

His father wouldn’t dare to laugh at them there, as afraid of magic as he was.

"You know my name," Severus murmured, his response a statement and not a question. "And my nature, it seems. Isn't it fair that I know yours?"

She seemed to agree as she flew up toward him. Hovering in front of his nose, she tapped the tip of it; the feeling the same as a feather brushing against his skin. 'My name is Hermione -'

Your truest friend.

For as Hermione confessed years later when she lay in his arms and had set aside her Fae nature for love, she had interfered as much as she could in his life. At the time, she hadn’t dared to reveal herself to him; knowing the court would never agree.

“I broke more than one law for you,” Hermione told him, her lips curving into a smile, and Severus found himself amused in turn.

She had watched from the forest as he suffered, and his mother cried and had wanted to do something for him while the others of her kind laughed. She had never quite found her place among the Fae, with their sharp tongues and narrow minds.

The boy in the window never looked foolish to her – he looked like a solemn boy, a sad boy, and Hermione found herself drawn to him. Severus (how the name danced on her tongue after she heard his mother's call!) was her most dear secret, one that she was careful not to share with the others. There was no telling what they might do, even dear Luna, who once cured her familiar's twisted ankle, and his singed whiskers.

Hermione had no family of her own, her parents a blurred memory. She was a child of the Fae court, a child with little place in the Fae world. She knew that she would never lure a child into a mushroom circle and make them dance to her will, nor could she face the idea of serving the court with blind loyalty. She knew how to be brave – oh yes, she faced toads and grasshoppers without flinching – but she faltered when it came to lost men and crying children and creatures that needed help.

Her help, no matter what others of her kind whispered, and assumed.

Closer and closer she drew to Severus, the call of his misery like nothing she had ever known before. She wanted to help him however she could, though she knew that she had little place in his world. He could easily squish her underfoot, the same as he could tear her wings from her back; an atrocity that more than one wizard had committed against the Fae.

Only Hermione thought that Severus was different, no, she knew that he was different, as she watched him tend to a bird with a broken wing, gently setting it with a spell. Severus was different from other humans that she saw, ones that had lashed out with their fists and their words, the memories of which she wanted to forget. It was the opposite with Severus, as she found she wanted to remember everything about him, from the way that he cradled his wand near, to the tune he sometimes hummed after his father was particularly cruel.

His father –

Her skin always crawled when the man came into sight (and the sheer memory of him still made it so). He was a twisted man, a cruel man, the kind that her kind would have tortured with their tricks. They wouldn’t see any value in him, as he seemed to revel in cruelty. It was beyond her comprehension, the same as when one of her peers had covered snails with buckets of salt and laughed himself sick as they twisted and burned.

(‘Sick,’ Hermione thought, ‘it was sick and wrong, the same as Tobias was.’)

The sickness repelled her the same as iron, and she wept for the poor creatures in its wake. There was more that she wanted to know, more of the world that she wanted to see, and she knew that she had chances that others never did.

Hermione knew that she could never change his father's nature nor make time reverse, but there were other things that she could do. Hermione had sent mice from the forest to scurry throughout the manor, carrying his father's galleons away to hide in places where his mother would find them, and save for their escape. Nor did she allow the meager food in their cupboards to rot, or for their milk to spoil as she cast charms that kept the flies away, and decay.

She was more than a kitchen witch too, as she whispered charms into the soil, and flowers bloomed outside the manor’s locked doors. When the breeze was gentle and the sun was bright, Hermione would sway in the wind; her wings fluttering as she waltzed outside his window, oftentimes with a hummingbird or cooing dove. It was a sight that Severus adored far more than he would ever admit to as he found himself wishing that he would be the one to ‘dance’ with her.

And as Severus began to brew potions with his mother’s old cauldron, Hermione often zipped through the forest, collecting ingredients for his potions. She knew the forests the same as she knew her name, and often returned with a bag stuffed full of ingredients. (The bag was miniature in size until she unlocked it, and it would expand to human size, with ingredients spilling from it.)

She drove herself to exhaustion and Severus found her asleep on his pillow more than once, with drool running down her chin. He would always wipe it away, before settling next to her; his hand curled near her small frame.

"I wept the first time I saw your father hurt you," Hermione whispered, when he held her against him, never wanting to let go, "I wanted to help you in any way that I could, even though it wasn't -"

She hesitated, the words faltering on her tongue. The language of man was one that she had carefully learned, and Severus helped her practice throughout the years as if she were a child.

And at the beginning, she was, as she struggled with the strange vowels and curved words.

"It was enough," Severus interrupted, trailing kisses down her jaw. She shivered at the feeling, pink emerging on her cheeks. She was a girl no longer, the same as Severus wasn’t an abused, and sorrowful little boy. "It was more than enough, Hermione."

She had done more than anyone ever had for him.

More than his mother, certainly more than his father, and the ghosts that haunted the halls of the manor. She was there, and she was his light, the only one that had never been snuffed out. For she had never left his side the night they met, always appearing when he needed her the most.

And when she needed him, his arms, and his heart opening to her in turn.

“There will never be anyone like you,” Severus whispered, nipping at her pulse. He would leave a bruise that she would cherish, a mark that made her his own. “I love you – “

I always will.

[amerivisionblog]

Amerivision 2020 Rules

Welcome to the rules page for Amerivision Song Contest 2020! These will outline the contest guidelines on 3 areas of the contest - those being HoD (head of delegation, AKA participant) rules, song eligibility rules, and artist eligibility rules. 

If you competed last year/previously, you’ll notice the rules aren’t super different this year but it’s not a bad idea to have a refresher so nothing comes as a surprise to you!

Before getting into the rules, here’s the delegations officially recognized and eligible to compete in Amerivision as of 2020!

North/Central America: Belize, Canada, Costa Rica, El Salvador, Guatemala, Honduras, Mexico, Nicaragua, Panama, United States Caribbean: Antigua and Barbuda, Bahamas, Barbados, Cuba, Dominica, Dominican Republic, Grenada, Haiti, Jamaica, Puerto Rico, St. Kitts and Nevis, St. Lucia, St. Vincent and the Grenadines, Trinidad and Tobago South America: Argentina, Bolivia, Brazil, Chile, Colombia, Ecuador, Guyana, Paraguay, Peru, Suriname, Uruguay, Venezuela European territories in the Americas: British Overseas Territories, Dutch Caribbean, France d’Outre-mer, Greenland

If interested in claiming Puerto Rico or one of the European territories, be sure to check the 4th section of part 3!

PART 1 - Head of Delegation (HoD) Rules

(1) I need you to have a Tumblr account to sign up with so I can tag you in posts (esp if you are not active in or leave the Discord server). If you change your URL or otherwise re-locate your blog at any point during the contest, please inform me immediately. Membership in the Discord server is not a requirement but it is highly recommended to receive updates from myself and other HoDs and to discuss the songs among the community there.

(2) Generally, one person is the HoD for a country, but in this contest we also allow co-HoD-ing, wherein two people (but no more than that) may share one country's HoD responsibilities. Bear in mind that even with two HoDs, you can only submit one entry song and one set of jury votes (although both HoDs can televote separately)

(3) Any head of delegation that fails to submit their song or submit their jury votes on time will be disqualified from the competition. We recommend against joining if you are unsure if you can meet the given deadlines. However, extensions due to unforeseen circumstances can be given to extend the deadline until up to 48 hours after the initial deadline, but it is the responsibility of the head of delegation to inform me of their need for an extension as soon as possible.

PART 2 - Song Eligibility Rules

(1) What IS allowed: a. Any release date (aka new and old songs are both fine) b. Any language, whether commonly spoken in or native to the Americas or not c. Remixes (as long as the original song meets artist eligibility requirements) d. Songs by eligible Eurovision/NF artists that were NOT used at Eurovision or a national final e. Songs by artists who have previously competed in Amerivision (but not an entry that’s been used in Amerivision before NOR any song by or featuring the previous year's winner) f. Due to Eurovision’s cancellation, Eurovision 2020 songs, as well as songs in national finals, have been deemed acceptable as long as the artist is eligible for a country (2) What is NOT allowed: a. Covers b. Mashups of two or more different songs c. Songs that have already competed in any previous edition of Amerivision (check out our Wikia if you’re new!) d. Songs from Eurovision or any Eurovision national final (excl. 2020) e. Songs by or featuring the previous year’s winner (last year’s winner is the group SIAMÉS) (3) Borrowing may be allowed on a case-to-case basis for smaller countries, but they must be approved by the executive supervisor prior to submission or inclusion in national selections. Don’t be afraid to ask about it! (4) The song must be available on YouTube. It is also preferred if it is available on Spotify too (not a requirement). If the song is not available in major areas where participants live (such as the US, Canada, Australia, Indonesia, Europe, etc) you MUST be able to provide an alternate link or upload of the song so everyone can hear it!

PART 3 - Artist Eligibility Rules

(1) The song must feature at least one artist that has a valid connection to the country they represent. Valid connections include: being born and/or raised in the country, living in or having citizenship of the country for at least 4 years (past or present), having parent(s) or grandparent(s) from the country, or other similar significant connections 

(2) In the case of bands, duos, groups, and collaborations, at least one person involved needs to have the above connections to the country. I'm not too strict on that, if I'm honest. But if you're worried, you can always shoot me a DM! 

(3) An artist cannot represent two different countries within the same edition. Whoever submits their song with that artist in it first is the person who will be able to send that artist that edition, and the second country must find a new entry by someone else. 

(4) SPECIAL CASES:

a. Puerto Rico may only send artists connected to Puerto Rico, not non-Puerto Rican artists from the United States or US Minor Outlying Islands 

b. The United States may also consider artists from the USMOI, as they do not have their own delegation

c. Greenland is allowed to send an artist from any part of Denmark, not exclusively Greenland 

d. France (known in this contest as France d'Outre-mer) may select artists from any part of France, not exclusively from the French departments/holdings within the Caribbean/South America (French Guiana, Guadeloupe-Martinique, Saint Martin, Saint Barthélemy) (British Overseas Territories) 

e. The UK (known in this contest as British Overseas Territories) may select artists from any part of the UK, not exclusively the British territories within the Carribean/Atlantic (Anguilla, Bermuda, British Virgin Islands, Cayman Islands, Falkland Islands, Montserrat, Turks and Caicos Islands) 

f. The Netherlands (known in this contest as Dutch Caribbean) may select artists from any part of the Kingdom of the Netherlands, not exclusively from Dutch areas in the Caribbean (Aruba, Curaçao, Sint Maarten, Bonaire, Sint Eustatius, Saba)

If you have any questions, feel free to send an ask or DM to this blog, or DM me on Discord (you can find my Discord user info via the Amerivision Discord Server)!

[winteriron-trash]

About Me/FAQ

Hey, welcome to my blog! This is my -well, usually- Marvel-centric blog that has everything WinterIron, Bucky Barnes, and Tony Stark, as well as some general shitposts of my own wild adventures. I figured it’s best to keep up this trend of updating my ‘About Me’ page every follower milestone. So thank you all so much for over 3,000 followers, I never expected to break that many followers, let alone in less than a year on Tumblr. I appreciate each and everyone one of you, so really, thank you for sticking around with my bullshit.

Per the usual, I don’t do drama, I don’t do discourse. If you have a serious problem with me or anything I’ve written/done on this blog, please take it up with me personally. I will delete anon hate (if I get any, I haven’t gotten any yet…) and I think it’s all just pointless. I can be salty and derpy sometimes, but I will never purposely say something malicious. I’m not here for that negativity.

Now, to the FAQs.

Do you have an Ao3/Pillowfort/other social media?

I do have an Ao3, you can find me at Gothic_Lolita. I don’t cross-post everything, and a lot of my stuff on Ao3 isn’t WinterIron or even Bucky or Tony-centric, so if you’d like to see some other stuff I write, feel free to check over there. I don’t have a Pillowfort, nor do I plan on getting one. It took me forever to get this platform right, I’m not in the place to bother learning how to navigate a new one. I don’t do Snapchat or Instagram or Twitter because I am not nearly basic or cool enough for that stuff. The only social media I use is Tumblr and Pinterest, and trust me, my Pinterest is nothing interesting enough to be worth linking.

Do you have a tagging system?

I’m… trying, honestly. I’m trying to adjust my tags and systems because of the… wildness Tumblr is having with blocking and purging certain tags. I try to be funny in my tags, and I swear a lot, and apparently ‘fuck’ is being filtered out of the tag search, so that’s fun and completely screwed me over. As it stands, the important tags are ‘winteriron-trash writes’ (my writing tag), ‘shitposting with becca’ (any wild shitposts of my own sad creation), ‘not about marvel’ (any posts that are my general bullshittery and not Marvel related), ‘becca gives mediocre writing advice’ (a new tag I’m trying to use that’ll tag any post that I give writing advice on), ‘becca spills the tea’ (a tag for whenever I post my metas or opinions on Marvel characters, plots, etc), and the citrus scale which I explain in a post here

Do you write original fiction?

Yes, but I rarely, if ever, post it. I think I have all of one poem on Tumblr, any absolutely nothing original on Ao3. I write original works all the time, especially poetry and novels, but I’m super shy about being vulnerable and putting my stuff out there. I do wanna post my original writing somehow, but considering a fandom blog and Ao3 aren’t really the place for it, I’ll just keep it all hidden inside of me, and one day I’ll die. You’re more than welcome to ask me about any of my original writings, trust me, I am always willing to ramble about the shit I write, it’s pathetic.

What type of fanfiction do you write?

For this blog, mostly WinterIron fics or gen fics focused on Bucky or Tony. I do write about OT3s on here occasionally, but they usually include WinterIron in some way. Most of the time. I’ve somehow gotten to writing some weird stuff lately, to be honest. I’ll work with MCU, Sony Venom, and Spiderverse characters and canon, with the occasionally comic canon shoved in there. I have occasionally written crossover content with DC characters, but that usually relies on comic versions -or at least my own remixes of them- rather than the DCEU. On my masterlist, you can check out all the things I’ve written!

What are your ships besides WinterIron? NOTPs?

I’ll ship almost anything, and I’m a huge fan of rarepairs/interesting relationships simply to explore the possibilities of it, particularly when they include Bucky or Tony. My top OTPs besides WinterIron are currently Phlint, FalconShield, and BlackPepper. As for NOTPs, I strongly dislike Stucky, Stuckony, Thorki, and Staron for reasons of just not being able to see those characters together romantically. Feel free to send me the wildest rarepair your mind can think of, chances are I’ve probably already thought of it myself so I’d love the chance to ramble about/write for it. I’m a big fan of weird OT3s as well, just see the weird shit on my masterlist.

Are you in any fandoms besides Marvel?

I’m into DC, Star Trek, classic literature, Percy Jackson/HoO/Kane Chronicles, She-Ra, Carmen Sandiego, indie gaming, Supernatural, vulture culture, HYDRA Trash Party, and musicals. Yes, I’m aware I was born to be a geek. Trust me, I’ve grown very used to it.

Do you take prompts?

Honestly, sending me a prompt/headcanon/idea is a shot in the dark. I have prompts sitting in my inbox that has been there for about a year that I’ve been meaning to write. Chances are if you send me a prompt yes I’ve seen it, yes I think it’s lovely, but god I do not have the time. Occasionally a prompt will really grab my eye and I’ll just have to write something for it, but sometimes even that can take months to finish. Don’t be surprised if you send me a prompt and I randomly fill it seven months later. I’m prone to doing so. I love being tagged in existing prompt/headcanon posts and asked to write it (as I have a bad habit of hijacking posts to write stuff for them to begin with…) just know that once again the chances of me writing it are about a 50/50. Also, make sure the OP is okay with you asking me to write it, it’s never my intention to steal someone else’s spotlight, I just want to take cool ideas and throw my two cents in.

Is there anything you won’t write?

Drugs and alcohol are hard nos for me. They’re personal triggers that if you really want to know more about, you can send me an ask or message about. If I’ve listed something as a NOTP, I will not write anything with it. I strongly dislike writing kid fics, mundane AUs, damsel in distress Tony fics, and A/B/O, but I’m willing to work with an idea if it’s good enough. It really depends on the situation.

Do you offer writing advice/reviews?

Yep! I’m down to answer any questions on writing fanfic or just writing in general. I love talking about writing and all that. Seriously, I like talking about writing almost as much as I like talking about Marvel. I’m more than open to reading a few chapters of your fic or book or whatever and telling you my honest thoughts, but I probably won’t have time to read all of it if it’s more than 5k long, because I’m just a busy person. And I will be honest because I want to be helpful. Don’t ask me for my honest opinion if you just want your ego stroked.

Can I ask your opinion on [insert topic here]?

Always. I am always open to sharing my honest opinions, regardless of backlash I’ll receive for it. I’d rather be my honest self online -the one place I can be my honest self- then a fake mask made to please others. Whether it be fandom ships, in-universe meta, or non-fandom related topics, feel free to ask me. I love talking meta, or just general thoughts and opinions on random stuff. Trust me, I’m far too opinionated for my own good. Ask literally anyone who’s met me.

How long have you been writing?

All seventeen years of my sad, sad life. I loved writing stupid little stories when I was a kid, that slowly morphed into shitty “books”, then I went through a poetry phase in junior high, and when I was about 14 I wrote my first fanfiction. I posted my first fanfic when I was 15, and have been posting fanfiction for over a year and a half now. I started Tumblr in late February but didn’t start writing fics here until about March because I am a shy bitch.

Aaaaaaand now for some stupid shit about me you didn’t ask for.

My name is Becca, or Winter, or Dumbass, whatever you prefer, and I’m a dumbfuck 17 yr old lesbian from upstate New York. (The ‘upstate’ part is important. Don’t ask me if I live in NYC. Just don’t.) I’m a junior in high school and planning to study English and Marketing in college, to hopefully become an editor. Hopefully. I’m actually a pretty boring and dumb bitch, which makes it all the more concerning that I am steadily gaining popularity on this hellsite. Someone help me.

I mentioned some of my interests above, but some other stuff I’m into includes knitting, playing piano, tea, collecting (hoarding) notebooks, photography, editing, music, and being a general idiot. I’m a wild child in ripped jeans and a leather jacket, which should not fool you because I’m far too shy and afraid of everything to be cool like that. I sound a lot cooler online because I’ve gotten so used to online interactions from making friends and running my own Discord server, but in real life I am unrecognizable. I’ve been in a grade of 60 people with the same people since kindergarten and some of them still don’t know my name.

I’m mentally ill and all that, but we’re working on getting… better. Writing schedules are a mess from me and sometimes I’m falling apart so, that’s fun. It doesn’t usually affect my blog because I internalize that shit, but occasionally the self-deprecating humor can get to be a little too close to the truth. And just the general spastic nature of my blog reflects the utter chaos of my mind.

So anyway, that’s me, please be my friend. Also, because this seems to come up more and more. Please don’t be afraid of me/intimidated by me. I know I look all cool and popular, but I am literally a hot mess just like the rest of us. If you want to climb your way into my messages and just,,,, scream at me about something you think I’d like, or just scream in general, go ahead. I really won’t mind, I promise. I need… friends, or so my therapist tells me.

Oh, and here’s a face reveal.

Yes, I am that absolute idiot of a person, lying splat in the middle of my elementary playground field for,,,, reasons???? I don’t really remember the story behind that picture tbh, but it’s my entire personality in a single picture, so I dig it.

And here’s my actual face, with a cheap ring in my mouth and a fox filter because I thought I looked cute, okay? Leave me be.

Tadah.

I swear I’m funny and talented sometimes, please like me.

As always, feel free to send me an ask or a message about anything you’d like. 

Check out my Masterlist if you want, and join my Discord Server.