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POV: you're minecraft joker
WE ARE STILL STARS*. 1/11/11
Even though, we're always off doing other things... whether it be writing on hot, steamy, smutty tumblr RPs, anime/manga/korean boy band fangirling, or stuck at home doing physics homework in the midst of monologue memorizing, I love you both so freaking much.
Let's give a toast to the RP where we all met- and where a friendship has lingered on since.
CJ - my smutqueen mistress, you are one of the sweetest and most beautiful souled people I've ever known. People may think you're fragile, but you're stronger than you think. No matter how much shit you get thrown at you- you manage to get over it and come back stronger ten fold. Even though you may feel like the word is falling around you... know that I will always be there to help you pick up the pieces, honeydoll. You have all these ideas in your head that I admire and am awed by everytime we speak.
Kurt - Tylore loves the fuck out of you, KHum to her TCam. Collin still hates your guts. Unless it's AU! where Kurllin is existene and Blam happens. I can never look at that piano in the choir room the same ever again.
Layne - Tylore loves her, and promises to take good care of her. And will be the sense of humor, a blinding light in the darkness. Collin thinks that Layne is too badass and smart for her own good. Hacking his Blackberry, predicting what he's thinking, and setting him in his place when he's been bad? That's love right there.
Schuyler - Ty doesn't know him very well, but always assumes the best in people. Collin likes his smoking buddy and misses him. And doesn't like it when Schuy is creeping while he gets his mack on with Blaine snooping in his business.
Kee - Last, but definitely not least. My gorgeous, intelligent, and mind-blowing wife. I am fully committed to you, and will never stray. Fuck time. Let's renew our vows over and over again. I want to tell you how much I appreciate you. You've been my shoulder to cry on many times, and my psychologist and vice for when I need some sex and my sunshine when the clouds are gray. I fully embrace your tendency to slip in words from Korean/Japanese cultures and the obsession you have with your treasured boy bands of whom I can't translate lyrics for my life. I mean it when I say that I love you, honeybearsugartwinkledrop. I. Love. You. Mahal Kita.
Blaine - Tyley Wiley loves her Blainey Wainey. That Lovegame fantasy meet up at Breadstix had been one of the most fun threads evar. And Collin wearing bejeweled shirts and leather pants? I approve. Okay- and I'm kind of tearing up now that I'm supposed to write how Collin is feeling now that a whole year has passed since they met. (Well, almost. Made Collin on the 3rd, so. But STILL.) Wow. I remember when we would stay up until the early hours of morning just to talk and plot and laugh. It had been quite a while since I've been impacted by such a character, such a pair of characters so much. Although Collin's kinda been wiped off the surface of my dashboard, and Blaine's probably fooling around with Kurt or Jesse whathaveyou, Collin wants Blaine to know that they'll be best buds no matter what. That is actually is one of those guys who will love Blaine enough to let him be happy with other people- but would selfishly proclaim that he's rather have him all ti himself. ohshiti'mactuallycrying. This pairing... never fails to tug at my heartstrings and make me feel personally again and again, that rush of adrenaline to feel what it's like to have a love that's pure, and ends ultimately in frayed strings of tragedy, regret, and having to accept truths of yourself even though the public may not like it. Collin and I send our love to wherever you are, or choose to be. Even though we still talk (although not as much as we used to), we still miss you completely.
May you have a year full of delicious food (because you always eat, woman), blessings (I forgot religion you are, screw me.), and ultimately all the joy in the fucking world.
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And if you're reading this 'just because'? Have an awesome New Years.