Mary Margaret Blanchard/Snow White from Once Upon A Time.
Sniffy wet hoppity cuteness.
HELLO, BABY. YOU LIKE TAKING A BATH? OH, OKAY, COME HIDE IN A TOWEL AND DRY OFF, DEAR.
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Where is this, someone take me, I want a chocolate milkshake now, thanks, bye.
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Spontaneously meeting online friends you’ve known for years, but never had the chance to meet.
This is only the start.
I’m meeting some of my best friends in 6 days when I go to Georgia and Florida, too.
HNGGGG.
Fuck you, comic
I stayed up all night working on this fucking comic (5pm - 6am), and so much shit happened in between working.
The highlights are the fire alarm at 5:30AM, and the fact that the scanners are too small to fit my comic pages. I therefore can’t scan my comic, draw in the speech bubbles, and include the text. Fuck. Absolutely. Everything.
I’m about to lose it, and I can already feel the crazy running down my face.
I sent the HUGEST email to my teacher in the weirdest frenzy of all time, literally like 4 paragraphs of panic and requests for an Incomplete in the class because I did the work (though with terrible time management, missing two deadlines for this comic), but it came down to technical difficulties and fuck-it-all bad luck.
I have all 10 pages done, it’s just…asdlfkajsdlfajsdlf. I’m so mad. And frustrated. And disappointed. And stressed. And sleep deprived. I got upset at my roommate, but thank fuck she’s understanding. I’ll apologize tomorrow. I’m hungry. We have no food at home. I’m already taking an Incomplete in History. I don’t know what to do. I can’t even critique everyone’s work tomorrow cause I accidently missed the meeting where everyone read each other’s completed comics, even if I wouldn’t have been able to present a finished product of my comic.
Ramble ramble.
I really want a hug. And for someone to tell me that this is just a speed bump, and life doesn’t revolve around how your final critique in a comics class went. And for someone to tell me that things are okay. Despite all of this, things are okay. My life won’t fail from this, right? I feel so helpless.
I’m sorry, followers.