In celebration of almost reaching my first hundred, and in light of the fact that I’ve surprisingly never done one of these before, this is exactly what it looks like — a follow forever! I treasure each and every one of you listed here, and I hope you know that. If you’re not on this one, maybe you’ll be on the next one! Regardless, I love you all, and never be afraid to come to me for a plot, a talk, or a virtual hug, even. Without further ado…

first and foremost.

landpneumonia — Dash. I don’t even know where to start with you; that’s a good thing, don’t worry. I mean, above all else, you’re my best friend. My person. It’s been that way for a while now, and I don’t see it changing; nor would I really know what to do if it did? When I say that you’ve taught me things I wouldn’t have otherwise grasped, I mean it in less of a student/teacher or mother/child way and more of a peer to peer learning experience? It didn’t happen all at once, but you became my role model in not only writing but overall persona and I accredit a lot of how I’ve grown in this past year to you. You’ve never been afraid to tell me like it was while still being the sweetest friend anyone could ask for, and in doing that, you provided the support and the love I needed. You’re one of the very few people in the world who make sense to me, in short, and I’m confident in feeling that I (somewhat) make sense to you — which, if you know me at all (which, ahem, you do) — you’d know about how much that means in all the angst and confusion that is me. As for your writing? I’ve said it before, but it’s just a reminder that one day, you literally made me feel like I should keep writing because you said you liked it. If that doesn’t say enough about how much I idolize and respect and fucking downright love your writing style, I don’t know what would! I wholeheartedly think that you are one of the most genuine, inspiring people out there and it pains me that I’ve never had the pleasure to just sit down in a room with you and chill. One day, my buddy. One day. I love you, and sincerely, thank you. Also! … You’re a fucking weenie.  xoxo barelyspeaks — Melanie. Oh my god, Melanie. It’s difficult to put into words how I feel about you, but I’m going to try to anyways, because even though you hopefully know I think these things about you — it’s always nice to hear it, right? You are so fucking creative. When I think of you, I think of vines covered in sunflowers and roses spawning into the sun and exploding into a burst of adjectives and metaphors — galaxies. You’re my favorite person to talk to, and I mean it. Even when we get weird — either of us, that is — you are such a joy to be around and it upsets me that you’re not in a perpetual state of content. I feel at home with you, and that is so important. So important. There’s something about you that is so strikingly dependent and I admire that so much; I like to think that I get you, and I like to think that you get me. I love you, and I hope it doesn’t slip your mind all too often. Please know that my ears, arms, and eyes are always open for you.  hellohart — CHELLSSEAAA. Oh goodness — where do I begin! You’re easily one of my closest friends in the entire world, even though we haven’t been talking quite like we used to. I’m not even sure what it is that I like the most about you; you’re like, one of the rare few that are so through and through kind and fucking downright hilarious at the same time that it’s hard not to adore you. You’ve seen my boy, Sky, from his very beginning, (fuck, weren’t you the one who wrote him, originally?) and that says a lot about how long you and I have known each other — let alone how long we’ve been friends! I hope that we don’t fall into the not talking thing again ): You’re so fucking adorable and I love you so much. I miss writing with you. justbreathe—x — anGE! While we don’t talk nearly as much as we used to, which, was like, all day every day once upon a time, I still consider you to be one of the most important people in my life. Please don’t forget that I’m here for you, yeah? I’m not the best at keeping up contact, but fuck, I really miss you, and you’re such a sweetheart ): We’ve been through so much of the same stuff and I really consider you to be like an older sister.  thealwaysforgotten -- Katie, katie! The cutest of them all. I am literally so fond of you, sweetheart, and no amount of distance between us can top that feeling. We don’t talk often, no, but I feel you’re definitely worth mentioning because we connect in a lot of ways that I can’t with others and our writing chemistry is insanely good.  tellingdarkness — ALEX. Alex. You’re honestly astounding — from writing to just overall personality. We haven’t known each other very long at all but even so, our conversations flow so fucking well and I can’t get over how funny you are! I really love our conversations and our ship is killing me right now; hopefully, we’ll have many more to come as well! incipientfaith — Aurreel. My naruto buddy, my sims buddy, cutest lil guy in the fucking cosmos, fellow enby friend — I don’t even know where to start with you, because you deserve an entire novel. You’re so fucking interesting to listen to and I adore talking to you, even though I’ve been a poop lately and haven’t made things very easy for either of us. You’re a fantastic writer and I hope that we get more of a chance to RP together soon! 

honorable mentions.

     It’s become something of a routine; unintentional, of course,      but every morning (because his afternoons are his mornings,      thank you very much) begins with him sat in this very park, on      this very bench, lacing up his sneakers as the sun beats down      on him. It’s always the same, too; he can count on a certain      reliability - same time, same spot, same people that send him      friendly smiles and offer hellos.

     Until today, of course. This is new; this girl is new.

     She’s sat next to him on the bench, gaze flitting over every so      often (it’s enough to unnerve him at least, falter in his rehearsed      movements), hand flying across a pad of paper that’s obscured      in his view. He doesn’t say anything; he’s not the intrusive type,      but his curiosity doesn’t ebb, a steady pulse underneath his skin.

     She keeps him there longer than he’d like to admit.

     Adam is about to go (the itch to keep on schedule is starting to      scratch), put her and whatever it is she’s doing out of sight and      definitely out of mind, but of course it’s just as he’s stretching his      limbs out that she decides to speak. He’s never snapped to      attention so fast.

               ”—-Er, excuse me?”

       Logan's expects to be embarrassed at being caught, but,        if anything, she's rather miffed. Attempting to sketch a        cute boy in some random park wasn't supposed to include        interacting with said cute boy--she was running on second        day hair, for christ's sake--so even though it was probably        normal for the boy to be taken aback by the fact that Logan        had just scolded him for 'fidgeting,' she somewhat resented        the fact that he didn't stay quiet on the matter altogether.

       “You're fidgeting --- and I'm still trying to shade        in your stubble, which is actually incredibly         difficult to do. Have you considered shaving?"

       Now she's just being a shit just to be a shit -- and, in        hindsight, this is probably why she's such shit at making        new friends. But then she realizes he's already stop fidgeting,        and with a small, satisfied smirk she leans back against the         bench and continues on with her drawing, eyes cutting back to        the stranger momentarily.

       “I’m not either,” he says, unable to stop the laughter from bubbling out with the        words, which is pretty much a confession if there ever has been one ; at least        Kai somewhat knows when Clara is right — admitting it is an entirely different        story. Defeat is non-optional, after all, especially for the Supreme Master of the        Whole Universe. Which is what he is, obviously.

       “Of course she loves me. I’m gonna be her stand-in daddy.” 

       “The filthiest of liars," She reiterates, though laughter        of her own is now spilling from her lips. As bored and         uninterested as Clara so often liked to appear, it had         always been impossible to hide her obvious affection        for Kai -- especially whilst watching the boy press his        ear to her belly ; what sane person wouldn't melt at the        sight of this?

       The comment hardly effects the girl, aside from her smile        growing all the more wide. Clara doesn't even miss a beat:         “You're much more than that, Kai.”