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“Well,” Augustus continued, “what I thought was serious, but the reality—I mean it’s not good either, but—” He sighed, beginning to pace the length of his bedroom. All this hedging wasn’t making any sense and he knew it. “This…this morning I went to check on my sister because she hadn’t gotten up for school. I figured she was still sleeping, so I knocked on her door, but she didn’t respond. I thought maybe she hadn’t heard my knocking and she hates missing class, so I went in there and she wasn’t…she wasn’t moving and there was this bottle of pills toppled over and—”

Isaac drew in a sharp breath, which made Augustus inwardly cringe because it only reemphasized how terrifying that moment had been.

“Yeah,” Gus continued before he could lose his nerve. “Um…turns out she hadn’t—well she’d taken a few extra sleeping pills, but not to—She’d had a bad night and wanted to sleep. I don’t know, but the whole thing keeps replaying in my head. And it doesn’t help that she’s been having a rough time lately. I’ve never seen her this down on herself. She’s been…hurting lately and I…I don’t know what to do,” Augustus concluded, immensely grateful that Isaac couldn’t see him as he hastily swiped his cheek with the palm of his hand.

“Sorry,” he added. “I don’t why I told you all that. I shouldn’t—”

“It’s oka—” Isaac began, but Augustus cut in again, vehemently shaking his head.

“No, it’s really not. It’s not okay because we haven’t talked like this in over five years and now I’m falling apart on you like a fucking idiot and—” Augustus stopped, looking heavenward with burning eyes and feeling wholly fed up with himself. “And if you’re having second thoughts now about trying to be friends again, I wouldn’t blame you in the slightest if you backed out now and left.”

“Augustus…. Why would I do that when I never wanted to leave you in the first place?”


alright, my dudes. here’s the deal      i’ve been in a ridiculous writing funk lately (and just in an overall weird place mentally), to the point where i legit considered quitting rp for a while. in the end i decided to give it another shot, but i really need a fresh start. now what does this mean? it means i’m archiving this blog and moving to a new one. there’ll be some changes too: i’m talking new muses with actual info pages, a better tagging system, and just overall me being more chill about rping (this is a hobby after all, and i take this shit way too seriously when i have irl stuff going on).
also, here’s a few other important changes:
- i’m changing some of my muses to a ‘request only’ status (they’re still there for interactions, i’ll just be much more selective about writing them); if your muse had a significant relationship with any of them over on this blog, they’ll be kept, so i’ll definitely be down to continue writing with them;
- blog won’t be as active as before, though i’ll still be around plenty;
- i’m gonna be changing my alias, too. i kinda feel like i’ve outgrown my old nickname, so i’ll just be using my real name from now on. so hi y’all, i’m sofia and i love u. (but if you’re an old follower, you can just address me however you want ok; it’s not a big deal, i just figured i’d make use of the revamp to finally change it).

regarding threads, i plan on keeping most of them. i’ll be moving the few drafts i have over to the new blog, and i’ll reply to them when i can. if you want to continue our thread, just please @ me so i can see it; if not, feel free to take this opportunity to drop it.

ok and !! i think that’s that?? this turned out really long, sorry. i just wanted to get all this written down before the move (this will all be up in my rules page anyway     which i ask that you please read if you decide to follow ). and if you decide not to follow the new blog, that’s a-okay, man. i enjoyed having you on my dash and writing with you, if that was the case, and happy rping !! to everyone else, catch you on the flipside.

Sometimes I think about the fact that Eleven didn’t really get to grow up and it makes my heart lurch. She’s so smart she probably would have loved school and to learn. She would have her mom do her hair in pigtails each day tied up with little bows. She would have loved animals and would have plenty of toy horses and a really fat cat named Pat (it rhymes with cat and she just learned about rhyming) Her favorite food would have been waffles but not the store bought kind the kind her mama makes that are fluffy and golden and with homemade whipped cream. She would have loved drawing with chalk and making the ground around her seem just as bright and colorful as her. She would have liked to go swimming especially in the summer when the days were so hot she felt like she a melting Popsicle. She would have known what a friend is and what it means to be loved and to love and Brenner took that away from her.

a concept: lance carrying a sleepy keith back to his room after finding him snoring in the training deck. he tucks keith in bed and gently pets his hair.
keith murmurs “i love you lance” in his sleep. lance hears him. “love you too” he whispers softly, and then goes to sleep as well. keith sleeps through the rest of the night with a smile plastered on his face.

Listen, listen. The fact Eliot Spencer’s response to Parker being upset and asking if they could kill the guy who upset her was a shrug and, “Yeah. I mean, I could.” will never, ever not be important to me.