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Just a reminder that my new (and main blog) is lilpanbean!!! I won’t be posting here anymore besides advertising this!

It’s aliiiiiiive

So, as made obvious by the title, my other blog has been created. It’s still in the works, as I’m trying to find people to follow, but if you wish to follow me there, the name is lilpanbean.

Account Migration Time~~~

Alright, everyone, like the title says, I’m thinking of making a different account, totally revamping everything. Mostly because I’m too lazy to do it with this account; my tastes have changed drastically, and I don’t want to go through the hassle of unfollowing people and revamping my whole blog. It’s not going to be an overnight thing or anything, and I’ll still probably use this blog for stuff, but I’m hoping once I get the other blog going, it’ll be my main one. Just to let everyone know!

…And of course my first post after nearly two years of absence is about Sherlock. But anywho, I’m back, at least part-time. Hope everyone’s good.

That was a disappointing way to end the fourth series.

With his hair the way it is, Joel looks like a fucking teenager, holy shit. 

I’m back…sorta

So, I guess I’m slowly coming back on here… I took my time to grieve, to get my shit together. I think I have a good grasp on it now. However, I won’t be that active. A few spurts here and there, but not multi-hour-long things. I’m still trying to get my dreams and aspirations into my grasp. I made promises, both to myself and Monty (or his spirit…whatever), and I don’t plan on breaking those promises.

But yeah. Hey, guys. Miss me? :P :) 

I’m done crying.

You know how much energy crying takes up? A lot. That energy can be used in so many different, more helpful ways. So you know what? I’m done.

If I learned anything these last couple days, it’s that Monty was possibly the hardest working person of Rooster Teeth. He had a work ethic of one hundred men. You know what else I’ve learned? He inspired so many, so many, people to be as creative, as hard-working as they could be themselves.

He inspired me as well. So now, I’ll try my best to be the best writer, the best psychologist, the best person I can be. If not for myself, then for Monty. Because I know that is what he’d want. Not just from me, but from all of us.

So now, followers, and anyone who comes across my blog, I bid you goodbye. Not for ever, oh no. I’ll come back. But I don’t know when. It could be in a week, two weeks, a month, a year. I need to focus on my own aspirations and goals. Use the energy from crying into something worthwhile. That doesn’t mean I’m not done grieving; I don’t know when I’d actually stop grieving. But I will do something meaningful as I do.

As Monty himself once said, “Keep moving forward.” And dammit,  I will.