Listen.
There’s absolutely no way my first post at YM could’ve been anything but painful and awkward after fixating on it for so long - yes, like that first ever-chafe-y, it-hurts-but-I’m-not-saying-shit handjob - so I just decided to embrace it wholeheartedly. The pressure. You people have no idea. They might have been curious as to my silence/whereabouts throughout the afternoon* - there’s your answer. Also: it’s the Velvet Mafia’s season to sparkle beginning tomorrow, and I have to be there at 7:30 AM. Work has me bogged the fuck down.
I actually wrote out two posts and decided which one to post. You want to know how green I am? You just read it. The other one was just a mediocre timeline of Fek/YM relations, and I’m already tired of the meta for the time being (I assure you - that will be back to normal quite soon; I think I almost tried ordering my eggs “meta” this weekend. Can’t be good..).
*But also, at any given moment, they have no idea who’s who on the Fumblr. So, realistically, they probably didn’t notice at all, especally now that it’s become Survivor: Bloggy Island over there.