Oh wow, such a dramatic headline (I’d say I’m sorry, only that I’m not because I am a freakin’ drama queen after all and love attention, hence this post).
Anyway, I just wanted to say thank you to every single one out there following this blog (almost 1800 of you, wtf?!) and to everyone who ever liked or reblogged my sometimes stupid posts or sent me asks or tagged me or came to talk to me. I really enjoyed being part of this fun, positive and caring fandom/community.
But, as Chaucer may or may not have used to say: all good things must come to an end.
So, this is gonna be my last post. I will keep the blog online but deleted all the rather personal stuff and I will not update this blog any further (so if you just found your way over here don’t bother hitting that ‘follow’ button - you ain’t missing anything).
I will not go into any detail about my reasons for leaving because they are personal and complex and probably a little (or a lot) fucked up tbh, but I will assure you this: I am fine and will continue to be so (at least that’s the plan).
I wanted to draw more of Ricky. So, I basically made a wallpaper for myself. I felt very weird the entire time I was drawing him. I guess you could say this drawing really ”Put me on edge!”…Get it? Cause Ricky puts everyone on ed-..I’m sorry…
Okay, so Ryan never fails to mention how much he hates the Hot Daga™ but can only pretend to be checking his mail for two fucking seconds before he gets swept up in the tale.
I’ve been thinking about it and so when people hunt ghosts in the dark and they can’t see shit like that probably means ghosts can’t see shit in the dark either unless they get like special night vision when they die…but like what if all those bumps people hear when ghost hunting is just ghosts running into shit cuz they can’t see