#johnathan creek

[crazypigeonenjoyer]

Alan Davies & Caroline Quentin appreciation post!!

[whilstiveputdownthisfic]

Charlie Lightening's IG stories

April 24th, 2023; 7:36 p.m. DST

(jump to original post and the rest of their stories / bio; Charlie's bio just for timestamp)

[sillygerblin]

hi the fixation awakened like a 16th fear so here’s a list of songs that remind me of Jon and Martin <3

Amnesia Was Her Name by Lemon Demon

Invisible String by Taylor Swift

Partner in Crime by Madilyn Mei

Pulaski at Night by Andrew Bird

Too Sweet by Hozier

People Watching by Conan Gray

Human by OneRepublic

Love, Me Normally by Will Wood

Idea 9 by Gibran Alcocer (this song has no words yet defines this ship perfectly to me idk why)

California by Chappell Roan

Pitchfork Kids by AJR

Helena by Nickel Creek

Neath The Grove Is A Heart by Yaelokre

[didsomeonesaybuffet]

Okayyy I was tagged by @iknowtheendnatural, thank you!

Rules: List 5 comfort characters and tag at least 5 people.

1. Castiel

2. Dean Winchester

3. Johnathan Creek

4. Pippin

5. Irene Winters

Tagging with no pressure (you can answer in tags or replies if you would like!) @theoneandonlypigeon @zepptraxxdean @aturnoftheearth @teacupthesauceror-blog @hoycas

[tiannasfanfic]

Sleep

Steve Harrington x Reader x Eddie Munson (Fluff)

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Summary: Some nights are harder for Steve Harrington to sleep than others, especially when away from the familiarity of home. Will staying with his two partners at the Forest Hills Trailer Park finally help him get a good nights sleep...or somehow make things worse?

Rating: General Audiences

Author Note: Gender neutral Reader, no pronouns used. No body parts described when Reader is nude.

CW: Hurt/Comfort; sleeping issues (some insomnia, light sleeping); mild descriptions of panic, anxiety and PTSD (Steve has been through a lot); nudity (no details); kissing; mildly sexually suggestive language (no details, not explicit).

Word Count: 1,714

Steve Harrington is a light sleeper.

It didn’t used to be that way. Throughout childhood and most of high school, Steve could’ve slept through a tornado while in the middle of an earthquake.

But then the Demogorgon happened. The Mind Flayer happened. Vecna happened.

Now the wind could blow a plastic bag down the street, and it would wake Steve up.

It wasn’t something he ever got used to, but it wasn’t too terrible at his parents’ house. The neighborhood he lived in was quiet, the houses decently spaced apart, and his house was well insulated with high quality windows that blocked most sounds from the outside. The only thing that ever really woke him up were the random creeks and groans of the house when the temperature changed and the house settled, or when the weather was bad.

But when he started staying over with you and Eddie? That was a whole different story.

For one thing, the trailer park was louder than a normal neighborhood, even at night. Not only was each residence much closer together, which made it easier to hear the neighbors, but random vehicles would come and go at all hours. No one worked a standard 9 to 5 job, and the vehicles themselves were noisy since almost everyone had an older model.

Secondly, there were some stray dogs running about, so someone was always barking nearby.

Thirdly, there were even more stray cats running about, so someone was always yowling nearby.

Fourthly, if there was even a slight breeze, everything in the trailer creaked and groaned as if it were a 90-year-old man with a wicked case of arthritis.

And fifthly, you and Eddie both moved around a lot in your sleep.

That wasn’t to say either of you tossed and turned like Nancy did, or that you had nightmares like Robin. Despite everything that happened over that horrible Spring Break, with Eddie on the run for three murders and you nearly getting assaulted by the basketball team just for being Eddie’s significant other, you both were very sound sleepers.

No, you both just moved around a lot. Turning over, pulling at blankets, adjusting pillows, prodding each other or Steve to cuddle, all normal stuff.

It wasn’t something Steve noticed right away though. The first few times he stayed over were fueled by alcohol and weed. While the next few times did also involve weed, nothing involving you or Eddie didn’t also involve weed. But, unlike Johnathan’s friend Argyle, rather than get relaxed and laid back while high, you and Eddie both got relaxed and wanted to get laid while high. Even on the nights he didn’t partake in the smoking himself, Steve would be so relaxed and worn out that he could sleep uninterrupted. The few times he did wake up, it was only to use the bathroom, but then he’d go right back to sleep.

As the weeks went on, the honeymoon period winded down and the nights weren’t quite as wild and tiring anymore. It didn’t take long before Steve found himself slipping back into his normal ways. He was waking up at every little sound or movement one of you made in bed.

After a few nights of this, Steve started to consider going home for a bit just to get his normal four ish hours of sleep instead of the barely two he had been getting , but he hated that idea. Even when he found himself wide awake for hours at a time, just lying-in bed with the two of you was nice, even when you were dead asleep. Because of that, Steve decided getting hardly any sleep was better than sleeping alone.

One night, Steve found himself waking up randomly in the middle of the night, like had become his normal. Feeling movement beside him, he opened his eyes to see you carefully slipping out of bed from between him and Eddie. He watched you for a moment, smiling as his eyes followed your bare backside as you quietly tiptoed out of the room. While none of you had sex the night before, you preferred to sleep naked, something that both Eddie and Steve absolutely loved. Knowing he’d soon hear the toilet flush and you’d come back to bed shortly after that, Steve closed his eyes.

But, while he did hear the toilet flush like predicted, you didn’t come back to bed.

After a few minutes, Steve began to worry. Typically, you and Eddie both came right back to bed after a trip to the bathroom. When you didn’t, he usually would hear something to indicate where you were, like a cabinet opening or the shower running. Not this time. The wind was up outside, and the creeks of the trailer were covering up any minor noises he could’ve heard.

He finally decided to check on you and slipped out of bed, glancing over at Eddie once he was on his feet. Neither you nor Steve getting up had disturbed him. He was still snoring softly as he slept on his stomach, head buried under his pillow with one foot and his arm dangling out of bed.

Walking softly through the trailer, Steve checked the bathroom and kitchen, finding both empty. He grew alarmed when he reached the living room and saw you weren’t there either.

The combination of sleep deprivation and the normal low level of paranoia he always kept hidden sent Steve’s protective nature into overdrive. Memories of that Spring Break flashed through his mind, particularly the battle in the Upside Down where both you and Eddie ended up severely hurt.

Did Vecna somehow survive and come to take you for revenge?

The thought instantly sent Steve into a panic attack. He just got both you and Eddie, he couldn’t bear to lose either of you.

Steve was about to go wake up Eddie when he noticed the front door wide open. Without thinking, he immediately went to check outside, flying through the screen door and out of the trailer onto the front porch.

The wind made the fall night a chilly one, but even though he was clad only in sweats, he didn’t feel the change in temperature. His adrenaline was running too high. Running off the porch and into the small yard, Steve looked around for any sign of you.

Eddie’s van was still there, as were both your car and Steve’s. He couldn’t see any sign of you though and was thinking about checking for you in the back of Eddie’s van when your voice called down to him from the porch.

“Did you leave the gas on or something?”

Steve wheeled around to find you sitting on the couch that was on the front porch, clad in your fluffy robe that fell past your knees. You were watching him with a curious expression, a lit cigarette in your hand.

Feeling relieved, he sighed and walked back up to the porch. Standing up, you took the last drag from your cigarette then put it out in a nearby ashtray. You met each other at the door.

Now that you were close to him, you took one look at Steve and knew something was wrong.

“You okay, sweetie?” you asked, bringing one hand up to cup his face.

Steve felt his anxiety melt away at your touch as your thumb softly stroked his cheek.

“I got worried when you didn’t come back to bed,” he muttered, one hand coming up to rest on top of yours.

Steve’s gaze was aimed down at the porch. The whole thing felt really silly now that he was standing here with you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” you said softly.

He looked up at you then to find you smiling warmly at him.

“You didn’t,” he said. “I just don’t sleep very good anymore.”

As you ushered Steve back inside where it was warm, he briefly explained the issues he’s been having at night.

“Oh sweetie,” you said, slipping out of your shoes, and starting to untie your robe. “You should’ve said something sooner. I’d have tucked you in so you could sleep better.”

Steve couldn’t help but chuckle at that.

“I think I’m a little old to be tucked i-“ he started to say, then cut off as your robe flowed down to the ground around your feet.

No matter how many times he saw it, your naked form always took his breath away.

“Oh, something tells me you’ll love having me tuck you in,” you said, coming over to slip your arms around his neck, your bare chest pressing against his. “Eddie even begs for it sometimes.”

As you spoke, you let the tips of your fingers on one hand trail up the back of his neck. Steve sighed softly at the feeling, his eyes closing as his hands slid up the sides of your bare legs to rest on your lower back. Carefully combing through his thick hair, you slowly worked through it until the pads of your fingers were resting against the back of his head. You began to rub his head in slow, soft circles. Steve couldn’t help but moan, and soon felt your lips brush over his.

“Come on, sweetie,” you said softly, pulling away from him to take Steve by the hand. “Let’s get you back to bed and, well, tucked in.”

The living room may have been dark, but Steve could see the way your eyes glinted at him, and the way you bit your bottom lip after you said the words “tucked in.” He felt a hot flush spread across his face and neck as you started leading him towards the bedroom.

Halfway down the hall though, Steve had a thought and stopped.

“Wait,” he said, and you stopped to look back at him. “Won’t we wake-up Eddie?”

“Oh, we most certainly will wake him up,” you said, then smiled at him in such a way that made his heart race. “But he won’t mind. He’ll be just as eager to help.”

Steve didn’t have any other objections and obediently followed you.

True to your word, Eddie stirred awake a short time later.

And, just as promised, he was more than eager to help the both of you get back to sleep.

[empressgeekt]

What WHAT!? BRANCH AND CREEK COUSINS???

I've made a post on this head canon of mine before.

Creek and Rosiepuff look way to similar for two characters that have nothing to do with each other, he resembles her more then her canon grandchildren. I didn't make a connection until I saw fan art of a grey creek and thought it looked a lot like those cursed early Floyd designs.

The current backstory is that Rosiepuff and her husband Johnathan had two daughters, Jubilee (Brozone's mom) and Lotus (Creek's mom). Johnathan died when the girls were young, he wanted to escape from the tree so his daughters wouldn't have to live in fear so he worked as a digger in the first tunnel escape attempt, and was killed when it collapsed half-way through construction. Rosiepuff did the best to hold their family together after that, but both girls were effected by the event.

Lotus ignores her grief to the point where, she's looking for joy in everything to distract her. In doing so she meets a troll named Brooke (Creek's dad). Rosiepuff did not approve of Brooke. Brooke, came from a really wealthy and influential family from the top of the tree, they had a reputation for helping other trolls find their peace after tragedy, however, they were also the trolls who were supposed to keep the tunnels safe for the workers and their negligence left her widowed and her daughter fatherless. Not to mention the boy is very condescending and rude to her and Jubilee (and Jubilee's partner, Branch, but that's a whole different can of worms). Lotus and Rosiepuff get into a major fight over it, and as a result Lotus cuts all ties with her birth family, and falls into the hippy lifestyle with Brooke, who convinces her that Rosiepuff was in the wrong and needed to apologize to them.

Creek never knew his Grandmother, nor his cousins.

[under-the-eye]

Ever since Baptism Day, I’ve been working hard to be a better wife and mother.

Healthy foods for meals, served on time.

Being extra attentive to the girls.

And making sure they try new things!

Thankfully, Derek is of an age now where he can mostly play independently, which gives me the time to dedicate myself to studying some of the workbooks Johnathan has written over the years.

Joshua: Adriana, can we talk for a minute?

Adriana: Sure, what’s up?

Joshua: So I’m sure you’ve deduced by now that I want to propose. 

Adriana: *blushes* I was hoping you would. 

Joshua: But before we do, I wanted to have a talk with you about the church.

Adriana: What about it?

Joshua: How would you feel about leaving the Irisites? And I don’t want you to just agree with me because you’re supposed to– I want to know what you really think.

Adriana: Well… I haven’t really thought about it, but… do you remember the story of how I was born? How my dad was gone and my mom wasn’t allowed to go to the hospital?

Joshua: I remember.

Adriana: That always scared me. I never wanted to be in that position, where I’m scared for my life but my husband won’t allow me to get help. And I know you wouldn’t do that to me, but–

Joshua: I don’t want to have the power to do that to you. 

Adriana: Yeah, exactly. That’s it exactly. I just never had the words for it. 

Joshua: So would you be ok with leaving the church after we get married? Assuming you say yes, of course.

Adriana: It would be scary but I think so. But I don’t want to give up the Watcher entirely.

Joshua: Neither do I. But my sister goes to this church in Willow Creek…

[ae-neon]

Rewrite Drabble.

Writers block is actually killing me so I'm gonna word vomit.

"I heard," Isaac said from where he held the ladder, "you Scythians don't celebrate the three saints."

Feyre wanted to knock some paint down on him just to remind him she was as much a Southlander as he was.

Though, if she was being honest, she didn't care for any of the saints, wasn't even sure they ever existed. Not that she'd say that out loud, not to any Southlander or Scythian. They might think her madder than Old Len.

She leaned back, inspecting the burning tree behind the kneeling knight and feeling a little flower of pride bloom in her chest. That at least, should buy her some favour with the town, if not the Mother Herself.

Isaac failed to hide his own grin at the painted sheet as Feyre descended the ladder and carefully packed away the brushes and paints Mr Kelsey had borrowed her - slipping one thin brush into her boot as she did.

"You don't think he'll notice?" Isaac asked, eyes too sharp to be fooled even by Feyre's quick hands.

She glanced up at where he was still leaning against the ladder, her blue eyes hard but her mouth tugging into a grin, "They never do."

She glanced over the painting once again and smiled, mood lifting, "Once more before you go?" She wanted to spar - needed to if she was going to become a guard before she turned twenty and every mam and aunt in town started trying to match her up to a son or nephew one town over.

Isaac laughed but lifted his hands in surrender, "And be the reason you're late? No thanks. I think I'd rather eat dirt. Besides, I'm actually looking forward to seeing you in a dress."

Feyre glowered, throwing him a rude gesture then turning to walk away at his laugh. It wasn't that she hated dresses, but having to parade around town like some sort of prize mare made her less than excited to attend the Fire Night.

She made it across the town square, abuzz with preparation for the night's celebration, to the post she'd left Johnathan tied to. The horse, large and gentle, greeted her warmly - knowing it was time to return to his true master.

Feyre almost rolled her eyes. Horses, dogs, children and men; they all took to Elain like bees to a flower.

She mounted with ease, noting she would not be able to do so later when she would be forced to forgo her pants and boots for a dress and heeled slippers.

The ride out of town and into the farmland that encompassed it was always her favourite. The well worn path that followed along silverspring creek was lined with trees - not the gnarled, eery things that crowded the Blackwood - tall, beautiful ashwoods whose leaves never fell.

Old Len said magic, older than even the Gates, fed the trees, that some of them had been given to the First Freemen by the faeries of Spring.

Feyre doubted anything so beautiful could come from magic. Especially when the Blackwood stood in such contrast; unnaturally still and always choked in mist.

Nesta had told her that scholars wrote that magic had corrupted the earth itself, that it lived in the air that blew down from Prythian, that the people who lived closest to the Gates would never be able to truly escape it.

In some ways they were right.

For centuries foul creatures had slipped through the Wall, come through Jurian's Gate and haunted the Blackwood, hunting the humans who lived along it.

But for just as long the Iron Guard had existed, descendants of the First Freemen and the Last Legion, dedicated to holding the land their ancestors had died for.

They held fast to duty, strength and honour.

And before she turned 20, Feyre vowed by every name remembered and every name forgotten that she would become a member of the Iron Guard.

*

Hmmm

Very asoiaf inspired but can you blame

[mckiwi]

Anybody have tv show/movie recommendations? Now that I’m out of school I plan to watch at least one movie a day or three episodes of something. My favorite types of shows are fantasy/mystery.

Currently in my list:

The Fifth Estate, LOTR, Wreckers, Stuart: A Life Backwards, Pride and Prejudice, Attonement, Amazing Grace, Pirates of the Caribbean, Dunkirk, Caddyshack, Lost Boys, The other Boleyn girl, Star Wars, Star trek, Rain man, The greatest game ever played, The Alienist, The Hollow Crown, Lock and Key, Umbrella Academy, To the Ends of the Earth, Elementary, House, Prodigal Son, Johnathan Creek, Sorry For Your Loss, The Night Manager, Small Island, The Last Enemy, Parade’s End, Criminal Minds, Hannibal, Fargo, Squid Game, You, Flea Bag, Brooklyn 99, Daredevil, 13 reasons why, Shadow and Bone, Avatar TLA, love and death, foundation (apple tv), treason (Netflix), bbc in the flesh, gravity falls, psych

[crazypigeonenjoyer]

Radio Times 4-10 December 1999

[x7r]

When you trap your boy in 1 hour 49 mins of Johnathan Creek episode

[fionaroleplays]

You where bare minimum 17 when glee came out. I support you sharing in the age old tradition of insane fangirls keeping there fandoms alive well after its over. But god damn was it a slap in the face to see a blazed glee shipping poll on my dash.

I am 34 this year and was 19/20 when Glee came out. I only became a fan when S2 aired so...yeah about 20.

But you are correct in thinking i'm an insane fangirl. Though less insane compared to a few years ago.

You underestimate my ability to keep fandoms alive. If Tumblr wasn't so American centric I would be non stop talking about random British TV shows such as Johnathan Creek, Spooks, Yes Prime Minister, Bugs (I rediscovered it on ITVx - it broadcast in 1995) and Hustle.

I wonder if there are any Jacqueline Wilson book fans out there...

[endergirl36]

Goth Family

The Goths are an aristocratic family traced back to the founding of Willow Creek. Most of the family's modern-day wealth comes from Mortimer’s large collection of horror books. Mortimer also is the current CEO of the Goth family business.

Mortimer Goth is a famous freelance writer who is well known for his horror books, his books describe heinous murders & follows the main character’s thought process. It is unknown if the books are based on crimes Mortimer committed or crimes committed by his father who the main character has a similarity to.

Bella Goth is a bit more of a mystery compared to her husband. All that is known is her family owns a large mining company in Oasis Springs & in her personal time she tends a garden of exotic plants, some of which are quite deadly.

Cassandra Goth, though depicted as a gloomy child, has quite a social life. From her group of misfits, rightfully named the Weirdos, to her boyfriend Johnathan Landgraab. This does not keep Cassandra from being top of her class and winning every science fair.

Alexander Goth is quite the intellectual. He is decried as quick-witted & observant. He also seems to like writing, though unlike his father Alexander seems to lean towards science-fiction novels.

[halfwayanywhere]

Tour Divide Day 2: After waking up early and pedaling through flooded roads past some baby mooses, I descend into Fernie, British Columbia, the first town of the route (that doesn’t require detouring). I head straight to a bike shop, where my wheel wobble is addressed. I also buy some arm warmers, leg warmers, and tights in fear of the impending winter storm that’s been dominating my weather apps. I ride out of town in what quickly becomes pouring rain with @slingfin Tim and another rider from California, Johnathan. We make it up to an unremarkable and unnamed pass as it dumps snow on us—quite the weather we’re having today. Fortunately, the weather clears on the descent, and we have some lovely miles riding along the Flathead River. The route climbs again to Cabin Pass, which is a slog. Tim and I reconnect with @whenindoubt.headsouth as we pedal our way up the wet, muddy, and slow-rolling terrain plague the 10 mi / 16 km climb to the pass. This time, the other side fails to provide relief from the weather. The temperature drops and my hands freeze as I fail to properly enjoy the nearly 20 mi / 32 km downhill following the pass to Ram-Wigwam Creek Recreation Site, where many Divide riders are already camped. When I arrive, I realize that I’ve dropped my inReach Messenger - aka the tracker keeping my location updated on the Track Leaders website - and I fall into despair. It’s dark, cold, and raining. Also cold. Really need to emphasize that cold. With no real plan, I wander back up the trail on foot with the light from my headlamp and phone, searching for my tracker on a fool’s errand. It could literally be anywhere in the last 50+ mi / 80+ km. And then, by some incredible stroke of luck, there it is - about a quarter mile / 400 m back from where I turned off to camp. I return to my tent, now soaking wet, and immediately pass tf out. Sleep in the backcountry has never come so easily to me. Who knew that all it takes is multiple 13+ hour days riding a bicycle through the mountains. Campsite to Ram-Wigwam Creek Recreation Site Distance: 128.39 mi / 206.62 km Elevation Gain: 8,753 ft / 2,668 m #tourdivide2024 #tourdivide 📸 1+7: @slingfin

[empressgeekt]

Band Together is bound to be interesting with cousin Creek coming along. Why did Creek choose to go with? Well, it is a family matter, and at that point, Branch and become his closest family member and the only one he hadn't gone no contact with. He also knows this whole situation was going to be emotionally painful to Branch. So he's going with for the emotional support.

John Dory also kinds of ropes him in. Unlike the rest of the brothers, John actually got to meet his Aunt Lotus, though he doesn't remember much. And Creek looks like his mom, so John can figure out who he is pretty quickly. And well, the perfect family harmony needs family. John starts to believe that it didn't work the last time was that they were missing Creek, never mind the fact that Creek would've been barely out of the shell at the time.

Creek is not impressed with John Dory, dude has no class. Interrupting a wedding seriously? Even Creek wouldn't do that, before. Then he's just extremely dismissive of both Branch and him.

The whole trip, Creek is just acting passive aggressive. It goes well with Branch's sass. The both of them are cooking up a barbeque the whole time.

"Johnathan I'm glad we can still remember who you are despite your rather abrupt vanishing when we were so young."

"Well I'm happy for you, Bruce, glad you found joy in replacing your loved ones, mate."

"Clay, I believe you would benefit from some deep breaths, before over compensation give you a heart attack."

[theonlysamy]

Hello.

It’s my first post .

In my own world .

Living my own life .

I gotta say the BEST times of my life were my childhood . God gave me such an AMAZING childhood. It had its traumatic experiences but nonetheless it was wonderful growing up . I’ve met so many childhood friends that’ll forever stay in my heart and I want to document that .

Let me think 🤔

Starting — 2nd grade

Brick town - water gardens

Rachel (blonde white girl )

Skyler Schiller

3rd grade

Sasha - who sat across from me and gave me a pickle in lunch becuz I use to crack pickle jokes in class when the teacher use to pick on me even tho I wasn’t raising my hand so I would answer back “pickle” she thought it was hiiilarious . I loved her for that .

4th grade

Rachel - she was the fastest female runner I was the 2nd , she lived in the same complex (Ventura ) we went to hunters creek elementary.

5th grade - it was Kim …my sister 🥰

I also went to Manchester Middle school

(Only remember the after school Friday dance nights & chillen with my cousin Lei a lot & going to the lake)

6th grade - Megan Couteu, Rachel Roger’s, Nancy, Lauria, Celeste ..

7th - Clarissa (Cici) , Andrea , Mariana , Lyla ,

Marian (Gummy Bear) , Adesia ….

8th —- Jenny , Leidy .

Oh man …. My heart for all of these beautiful ladies that came into my life , I’ve experienced the most wonderful times , love & memories. It was the love for me , the laughter , the fun . It was addictive, I wanted to the with those girls all of the time . I never really appreciated their presence until they’re no longer in my life anymore , they’re alive thank you God. But they’re not close to me. It genuinely does tare me apart that I don’t have these girls in my life anymore , broke my soul. This was love . I loved them so much . Each and every one . So grateful to experience it all.

9th - Zahieh , Anyssa , Vanessa , Jackie , Roldy , Leann, Taylor , Chantel , Johnathan , Brandon , Emilio .

10,11,12th same …

Graduated 2012.

Mello , Betsy , Gabby, Veronica .

Sigh….

If I had the chance to re live my life all over again and never make those mistakes that I’ve done.

All of those lovers that I’ve lost . 😞

Like how…. And why…. And I don’t ever wanna love anyone…becuz I have loved and I have lost.

I have loved and I have lost …

I miss them so much , each and everyone ….

It’s something ….. I don’t know how anyone can fully recover from ….. it was love … that is lost…. And now gone…

So … is heaven a place where I get to see them again and they will forgive and love me unconditionally?

So many friends …. I don’t want to make any more new ones…. I miss my old ones still holding on to my old ones … it’ll never happen again … so in heaven …. Is that where it’s supposed to all come together again? Forgive ? Love ? Hugs ? Kisses ? Wishes ? Trust ? Hope? Unconditional?….

Becuz if heaven is supposed to bring yall back to me then I guess I can’t wait for that …. & I guess since it’s too late then God just wants me to continue making many more so I don’t continue living this alone. And hurt . And regretful …. & stuck… I miss them so much. Each and every one…. I’m so sorry yall…

God told me it’ll all be forgiven…🙏🏽✨❤️