k i’ve caved
if this gets 2k i’ll annotate all my alice oseman books
if this somehow gets 3k i’ll show my mural progress/mural reveal
and if this gets 4k i’ll use my paycheck for that month for other people only
and if my some miracle this gets 5k i’ll tell the girl i liked for over a year i liked her
as of feb 12 every goal up to 5k has been met and i’m now taking suggestion for 10k and over cuz like 2 whole months yk
BTW ALL BY APRIL* 15
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Wait shit just thought of something
(If you're about to comment any of the other bats just know you are wrong)
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"Mind if I make a little music?" Drift asked, holding out a hand for Ratchet to pass him the synthboard.
"Not at all," Ratchet said, offering it up by the strap.
Drift spun it above his head, hands dancing over the board and making a truly awful sounding ruckus out of the speakers. His optics were locked on something behind Ratchet. He took the clue and ducked his head to Drift's chest so that Drift could swing. The speakers screeched and a body fell back."
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Unfortunately I can’t kiss the author of this fic, so I decided to do the next closest thing and drew this instead haha
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I should be allowed to sit next to my online friends and cuddle them. This screen is a prison
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