Thanks, but please don't send me cash "tips." Instead, support this charity: The Fletcher Street Urban Riding Club.
How did you find your way here? Nobody here but us ghosts.
A quiet, crazy Yank who is also a hopeless romantic and eternal optimist. ... Yeah, that just about covers it.
Prithee and well met, thou tempestuous witch of storms, to alight so delicately upon the jet streams of the cerulean sky. Welcome to Spirit Airlines.
Fanfiction masochist. :B She/they https://ko-fi.com/presentperfect
Fanfic writer, gamer, and whatever other labels I'm forgetting.