βα° ALL ABOUT ME! β‘ Artist at heart. Cinephile. Writer. Lvr of all things glittery and shimmery. An aspiring angel. Literature obsessed and constantly reading on the daily. I would be married to tiramisu if that was possible. Busy student. βΛβΉβ‘
just dead stretched my septum from an 18g to a 14g, people make it seem so much worse than it is fr!! Iβve had my piercing since december and figured, since it was loose ish, why not size up? Everyone told me it would hurt bad but it was just tight β genuinely so easy imooo
Hey, this is very brief but I donβt want to leave anyone hanging! Iβm retiring this account (although it was pretty short-lived to begin with). Iβve been too busy to write any fics and Iβm really only ever online to interact with my mutuals, so I figured it was time. I may, on occasion, find time to come online, but Iβm not really sure when lol. Love you guys!! π
HI HELLO HIβmy blog is turning ONE YEAR OLD which means wendichester is officially a toddler. Itβs walking. Itβs screaming. Itβs probably sticky. Iβm emotional. Someone hold me.
We need birthday candles, confetti, balloonsβ
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Pie.
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No, Dean, not pieβ
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Pie. If itβs a celebration there should be pie. This is basic humanity.
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Anywayβ
What Livie is trying to say is that this blog hit its first birthday, and we kind of canβt believe how much has happened. Like, normal people start a blog and post once a week.
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* glances at the camera like she's on The Office *
Yeah. I posted daily. Sometimes twice. For a year straight.
Iβm not saying Iβm unhinged, butβ¦ I mean, the evidence is right there.
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You dragged us through everything. EVERYTHING.
Iβve been stabbed, kissed, trapped, loved, cursed, made soft, made feralβ
I had children in some drabbles, Livie.
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And you were beautiful.
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Kid, I spent a year being thrown off cliffs, stabbed, resurrected, emotionally compromised, or forced to make out with your readers. I need hazard pay.
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Dean, she literally writes all of thatβ
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EXACTLY. Sheβs HR, Sam. Sheβs HR AND the problem.
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ANYWAYβI want to say thank you.
To you:
<π .α You reading this while pretending youβre not procrastinating.
<π .α You sending me requests like βlol hope this isnβt too crazyβ and then dropping biblical-level trauma prompts.
<π .α You reblogging with tags that make me scream into a pillow.
<π .α You lurking quietly in the shadows.
<π .α You who messages me.
<π .α You who follows.
<π .α You who reads everything I vomit into existence at 3AM.
Thank you.
For the love.
For the support.
For letting me write my heart out every night and knowing someone out there cares.
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Also⦠some of you people?
The way you request stuff?
I read those asks and just go βdamn, yβall are bold.β
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Dean.
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What? You think I didnβt see the smut ones?
I am traumatized.
Emotionally.
Spiritually.
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Youβre welcome.
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* trying to be the adult for once *
Lookβwhat weβre trying to say is: you guys showed up. Consistently. You cheered Livie on when she was exhausted, you supported her on good days and bad days, and somehow, together, this whole wild little fandom corner became a family.
A loud one.
A slightly feral one.
But a family.
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And genuinely⦠thank you.
Iβve grown so much because of you all.
You made me brave. You made me consistent. You made me smile when I was having the shittiest of days.
This blog changed my life. And you were a part of that.
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* raises beer *
Hereβs to another year of chaos. May it be worse.
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He means βbetter.β
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No. I said what I said.
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Zip it, gremlins⦠because: I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT.
I finally made an Instagram account so I can overshare on more than one app!!
β¨ wendichester.blog β¨
Iβll be posting WIPs, fic updates, sneak peeks, behind-the-scenes nonsense, probably crying occasionallyβ¦ the usual.
If you want to keep up with the circus, come join me.
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Translation: she wants to haunt your feed now too.
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Translation of that: she loves you guys and wants another way to connect.
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SOβHereβs to you.
For every like, reblog, scream, whisper, tag, keysmash, request, compliment, threat, feral meltdownβthank you.
You made year one unforgettable.
Now letβs make year two absolutely ridiculous.
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Happy one-year anniversary, wendichester.
Hereβs to the next twelve months.
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And hereβs to the readers. You beautiful disasters.
this is Ampersand Island. every time I come across a beautiful, interesting, or unusual ampersand in my archival travels I take a screenshot and place it neatly in this little pile on my desktop