#catteo

[KICKS DOWN YOUR DOOR SINGING DRAMATICALLY ALONG WITH A GOSPEL CHOIR RANDOMLY BELTING OUT LES MIS] HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR CAT, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!

it’s still your birthday here in canada, so you’re gonna have to suck it up and DEAL with it. no matter how late i am in your timezone. i already know you had an amazing birthday - because lets be real, i witnessed it in real time and it was fucking AMAZING - but i just want to cement it by saying IM GLAD YOU HAD A WONDERFUL BIRTHDAY, AS YOU DESERVE IT. honestly, you log in so many hours of work, saving lives, editing/posting/coding and being a 24/7 crack and salt mine, you deserved the best birthday ever. i’m not biased at all. i’m just happy i could be a little bit part of that. cyber hugs for all. and shade. 

[listen if you’re not cat, what comes next will probably be 87% irrelevant to you unless you’re becca]

ok im gonna get real sappy and you probably 100% knew this was coming because its me and im a sentimental canadian potato. so this is your warning. its long. but whatever thats how i roll (ask me if i give a mother fuck). its also full of bad grammar but fight me. 

ok ok ok so once upon a february a while back, there was this girl named ali who was like ‘lizzie i know this person who may be able to help us with something’. now i honestly cannot remember what exactly this ‘something’ was (PROBABLY THOMAS WARD AU) but alas, all i remember was ali and i promising not to get too crazy on skype because catteo was serious and a super star fic writer and she WROTE THAT ONE BENNETON FIC (which i ended up reading for the first time AND SIDE SIDE NOTE I STILL CANT BELIEVE YOU LISTENED TO MY PLAYLIST TO WRITE THAT) and we didn’t even know her name BUT ALI HAD TALKED TO HER IN CAPS ONCE, RIGHT? SO LIKE, SHE WAS COOL. SO SHE COULD BE TRUSTED. bring her in. let the games begin.

so anyways, idk what we’re talking about, but i’m trying to appear normal because hi yes, i can be totally chill re: aos/sw. totally. it’s not like i’m still freaking out ali is talking to me or anything, y’know. i’m not in awe of fic writers, pfft. 

suddenly me and this catteo chick are bonding over skyeward but then brett dalton’s name is dropped and we’re both like ‘haha lol yeah i really love him he’s such a NERD’. (side note: i get super emotional about this skype convo almost a year later, because wow, look how far we’ve come. look how far.) i mean, we were all sw trash but you were also brett trash, like, straight up brett trash like me. i mean i’m pretty sure we could quote certain interviews at that point. and that was beautiful. 

and then ofc club au gets its wings and flies off the handle - i distinctly remember it was the friday before the hiatus was over, listening to talking body, and reading club and dying in my uni’s caf. back then aos was full of angsty possibilities, we were absolutely skyeward af and the trifecta of ali cat and lizzie was growing to be the best thing to ever come out of any skype convo. i just remember considering myself to be really, really lucky i had such amazing friends. 

ok but really, we did so much during those skype convos and tumblr messages, oh my god. thomas bro au. club au. all of those EMAILS. STREaKING KICKS. 

i remember when you joined twitter and everything changed. when ali gave us a play by play of 218 and we were dying in our dms which then literally led to week on the floor bec the end of 218. i will never forget your meta saving us all after every episode, after all the promos and benneton photos. you were the saviour to us all. and then the writers happened but lets not talk about that. or i’ll throw down to gdfr. 

it must be mentioned: snap chat. i can’t even remember a time when we were not snap chatting??? from snapping wild animals, ‘are you grant ward af? ARE YOU SKYEWARD AF?’, funny faces, bitter ranting, silliness, and just all around crying, i have like, 50 pictures of you on my phone that are just from snap chat with some ridic caption under it. a lot of them are grant ward related. or have alcohol tbh. s3 aesthetic. “FIGHT ME DALTON”

THE CRACK THAT CAME AFTER THE FINALE TO HELP US COPE THAT ENDED UP BEING THE BEST AU EVER: HENCHDOG AU

and i will never, ever, forget the day when you said you were going to chicago and you would help becca and i join you. that we’d all together road trip it. and like, i just remember crying to becca over texts going ‘is this for real? is cat real?’ and literally shaking because i couldn’t believe that someone would do this for me, someone i hadn’t even met in person, was willing to do all this. i’m pretty sure becca was straight up crying too. and i still can’t get over it (AND LIKE THIS WAS RIGHT AROUND THE TIME OF ‘I REALLY LIKE YOU’ WHICH IS ENOUGH TO SEND ME REELING). i still can’t explain my upmost gratitude and overwhelming love i have for you for doing all that for me. because i wouldn’t have been able to do that and i wouldn’t have experience honestly the best week of my life. i just get sort of all types of emotional because that doesn’t just happen, and yet it did. straight up: who here can say they got to meet one of the online friends from the other side of the world to ROADTRIP IT to a foreign city and meet your favourite celeb (which included dinner lmao - thats a whole ‘nother kettle of fish too omg the day that was announced fuck). like?? WHO. I CAN TBH. 

ROADTRIPING TO CHICAGO WITH YOU AND JUST. FROM TORONTO TO CHICAGO WAS JUST SO AMAZING. like i still remember so vividly seeing you for the first time getting off the escalator and going?? ????? because wtf??? cat is here?? in canada????? IM TALLER THAN CAT. having that dinner at that pub our first night meeting each other and it being so surreal and SO NICE AND I REALLY JUST MISS YOU OKAY I WALK PAST THAT PLACE A LOT NOW AND IM ALWAYS LIKE ‘AW ITS CAT AND MY PUB!’ also you talking about all your roadtrips made me super jealous and one day i want to roadtrip it with you again somewhere awesome. 

lmao travelling to chicago. i’ll never forget having to stop in the middle of who the fuck knows where to use some porta potties because we couldn’t find a gas station. to screaming taylor swift in the car and meeting you at 4am to run and pick up becca because we were finally roadtripping it. barely sleeping a wink the night before and texting each other going ‘ah fuck’  THAT FUCKING BORDER PATROL LADY. THE BEAN!! singing ‘i really like you’ extremely loud as we entered chicago with the skyline in sight. exploring chicago and me sort of crying over all of the architecture. you guys TRICKING ME ABOUT THE BRETT FAVES UNTIL I WAS BACK IN THE HOTEL ROOM AND MY PHONE FINALLY TURNED ON AFTER BEING DEAD ALL AFTERNOON. SCREAMING “SWERVE” ALL WEEKEND. BITCHKABOB. you guys making fun of my triscuits - rude btw. dropping my phone and cracking it like “welp that happened guess we gotta find an apple store”. crying over ‘ill be good’ in the car, in the hotel room and at 1am in the morning watching that vid. crying in person over sw. DRINKING EXCESSIVELY AND HOLING UP IN THE HOTEL ROOM WATCHING KILLJOYS AND THROWING BACK ALCOHOL. like there was a lot of alcohol “we NEED TO DRINK” ALL THE STARBUCKS. 

and like meeting brett together?!?!??? shouting “LOOK SAD BRETT” and nearly peeing with laughter at our photo op and feeling ON CLOUD NINE. write what you feel. i still can’t believe it months later. and apparently brett can’t either, given “that was nice” and “yeah you guys pulled a fast one on me” lmao fucking BYE LIZZIE CAT AND BECCA PEACING THE FUCK OUT 

i honestly can’t believe the last time i saw you in person was in august. i mean i basically see you every day thanks to twitter and snap chat, but i mean, whenever i think about how i haven’t actually seen-seen you since august? i’m emotional. i can’t believe what has happened in the time since then. like. woah? woah. can you believe it’s gotten even crazier? i’m so proud of what we’ve accomplished, what you have accomplished. never in a million bajillion years would i have thought back in february that we’d be here, that everything that has happened to us, happened. i mean, weren’t we just yelling about small but successful empires and thomas and kara? agents of shield has literally kept me in the firey pits of hell and doom, but i wouldn’t trade ANY OF IT because i got to meet you (and that still blows my mind). you are honestly one of the best parts of 2015 for me, not contest. 

i don’t say this enough but i just really appreciate our friendship - more than just the regular dose of crack and silliness we get up to. there have been more than a couple of times i’ve been choked up because you’ve checked in on me, given me advice, or simply just surprised me in idk taking me to chicago to goof around the city and meet deaths head II’s basically one and only fan. i can’t express enough how much i admire you and appreciate you in my life. not only do you save lives on a daily basis, but you do so much for others, and you do so much for me, that i just really look up to you in more ways than one. you make me laugh and smile, despite a lot of shitty things, and that’s one of the best things i could ask for in a friend. but you also do so much more for me that i consider myself to be really lucky. i kinda get really teary eyed whenever i think about how this stupid stupid show and stupid goddamn ship gave me the opportunity to get to know you. and really, fuck the continents and timezones.

THIS WAS SORT OF EMBARASSINGLY LONG but i just wanted to emphasize how much i love you and how much i cannot WAIT for you to come back in march. it’s been too long and i can’t wait to wreck some more havoc with you here in the city.

im going to cut it there because this is already a short novel, tbh.

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH CAT

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

GLAD THE BITCHKABOB DID HIS JOB