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these feels are n o t h i n g we were ever trained for. |  H I A T U S |
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college au meta | twenty five

WOW WHAT A TRIP.

true story; the bones of this has been sitting in my drafts for over a year. i had an idea of what needed to happen and who would need to talk and how things needed to progress -- but i didn’t have the patience with myself or my writing to get to that point.

SO THANKS FOR WAITING FOR ME TO GET MY ACT TOGETHER.

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and if those paper wings don’t fly someone’s gonna paint you another sky | twenty five

aka: that time when sh*t started to get real for skye + grant (but maybe not about what you think.)

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Skye opens the door to find Trip on the other side.

There is a beat of silence as she peers down the empty hallway in pointed curiosity. “...Should I be worried?”

“Can’t a guy spend time with his favorite resident hurricane without raising eyebrows?”

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me: [disappears for almost 18 months]

also me: [dives back into college au with a vengeance]

still me: [stares at 9K plus words]

me: i think i’m in over my head here.

so heads up here :)

i’ll be splitting the chapter because it’s gotten FAR BEYOND MY CONTROL.

have some things to address this morning and a meta to write but the update will be posted here and on ao3 -- barring any great calamity -- sometime later this afternoon/early evening EST time.

BUCKLE UP ITS A FUN ONE.

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in!!!!!! NO PARTICULAR!!!! OR D ER !!!!!!!

GOLD RUSH

HAPPINESS

CHAMPAGNE PROBLEMS

CLOSURE

EVERMORE

LONG STORY SHORT

TIS THE DAMN SEASON

TOLERATE IT

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Anonymous asked:

hey i was trying 2 go back and reread bloodsport, but i cant find it anywhere? Lots of love

hi!

sorry for the delay WOW am i the worst at corresponding these days. MY BAD.

bloodsport is accessible through tumblr here and at ao3

i miss our bloodsport kids.

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me: yeah i love slow burn fics

also me: when are they gonna kiss when are they gonna kiss when are

[looks pointedly off into the distance]

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hey, so, asking for a friend...

if i were to ask you for the college au greatest skyeward moments, what would you answer???

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college au sneaky peeky...

  • “I’m just saying without you running that interference from his douchebag side... he’s a bit of a jackass.”
  •  “Can’t a girl have low blood sugar without it being a criminal offense?”
  • “Less than ten seconds now, Prince Charming. Better look after your girl.”
  • “No going easy on me, Long Island.”

OKAY GUYS THIS IS HAPPENING!!!!!!

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the end of an (aos) era.

it’s interesting that aos ends tonight.

i specifically use the word “interesting” because, for many of us, the show ended years ago.

...or maybe it didn’t, and you’re one of those faithful watchers who have been here for it til the very end (i’m looking at you, @agents-of-frickle-frackle)

we’ve all got our private theories + speculation going on with what’s going to air tonite -- and i’ve heard some real doozies so far.

but i would be remiss if i didn’t address the fandom the show inspired -- some of it good, some of it bad (let’s be real) -- along with my own personal investment + friends i collected along the way. (i say “collected,” because much like hotel california: you can check out any time you like... but you can N E V E R leave.)

to my fellow readers, writers and artists: you guys are the REAL takeaway from this show. you’re the ones that made it all worth it.

so regardless of what happens on the finale tonight, there will always be a part of me that is grateful for what has transpired over the past couple years. it wasn’t always pretty... and it wasn’t always comfortable... but there are so many good parts that will continue to stick around long after those credits run.

have fun watching that long-earned finale... and come scream in my inbox if there’s something i need to know.

xx.

(...though, to be quite honest, i am relieved that we can finally lay this show to rest.)

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every story has a beginning, a middle, and an end; and yours begins with her: the girl with steel spine and sunshine smile and a hurricane heart. it begins when she says your name and it sounds like it was always meant for you. it unravels and unspools and suddenly the mark burns on the back of your hands: best friends. a couple of weeks pass and you make a home out of a bay window. a couple of months pass and you make a home out of each other. a couple of years pass and she is every crevice, every corner of home you keep coming back to. a couple of years pass and her name and her soul and the soft lilt of her voice are stamped like a map on the back of your hand: sister. they say it ends in middle school. they say that a friendship such as yours isn’t built to last. but the girl carved on the back of your hand never really knew how to listen to what other people say. so she stays. every story has a beginning, a middle, and an end. and this story is ours, she says, her fingers tracing the lines stretched across your knuckles, finding their way home. ours, ours, ours. and it begins and ends with us.

girl meets home

(via ohfiitz)

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