hiatus update

this bitch was in my queue haHA

anyway so it’s been a week and uh. i know i mentioned in the first post that if i come back i might not follow some of you back and i want to touch on that a little more

i.... mean it. i only rp with 11 people right now, and i’m cutting that number down to an initial 5 with possible room for expanding. i’m dead serious. when i first come back, like... the last thing i want to do is immediately experience the shit that made me really decide to take a step back so like??? i’m going to follow a shitload of meme blogs and like muse-building blogs or whatever, but currently i have plans to only actually write with 5 people when i get back, and one of those people is Barely Ever On (bless), so really it’ll be like writing with 4 people

i’m moving blogs, too, which means if i don’t follow you right away, then you’re not one of the 5. and that’s. not a big deal!!! don’t make it a big deal!!! this isn’t about who i like more, it’s about my mental health and my lack of ability to Not Get Overwhelmed And Unmotivated. chances are high that i still love you. after a week or so i’ll probably (maybe) start following others again but will keep my thread count real low. i just. initially? i can’t handle that shit. i can’t Deal With It. so just like. heads up there that i’m cutting my participation in half for my own damn sanity so Don’t Get Butthurt About It. please

hiistiger:

“I’d take that bet.” Everyone has buttons, limits; it’s Andrew’s job to know this. Given enough time or the right motivation, he could make Sebastian do anything. “Paranoid isn’t the word I’d use.” It’s just being smart. It’s not like Andrew’s always looking over his shoulder, waiting for someone to jump out and shank him. But locks exist on doors for a reason. Andrew unmutes the TV once Sebastian has - finally - joined him, and takes another bite of ice cream. “Yes, I am.” This isn’t news to anyone.

hiistiger:

“Is that a threat?” There’s no menace in his voice when he asks, just simple curiosity about whether or not he’s going to have to freeze Seb in place in order to get out of here safely. Because he will. He’s tired, so it’ll take longer than a second, but... he could still have Sebastian completely frozen in five. Shoto wouldn’t be thrilled to do it, but if Seb’s threatening him, he might not have a choice. He sits up slowly, keeping his groaning to a minimum and not saying a single word in complaint. He knows his power is a lot to handle, and he really pushed himself today, but it’s still aggravating and inconvenient that he gets this exhausted this fast. His power’s too explosive on it’s own; he needs to learn how to maintain it for longer.

veinstate:

“Taking up all my space,” he mutters, complaining but not really complaining. Michael nudges his foot against - well, he can’t see, but he thinks it’s Ava’s hip, though it’s hard to tell by feel through his sock and her trousers. “Yeah, yeah. Better not be, eh? You know there’s always space for you here.” Wouldn’t be the first time she’s slept over, and it probably won’t be the last. “You never did say why you were coming.” On purpose, probably. “You having ‘one of those days’ too?”

veinstate:

Yeah, that’s probably the best response she’ll be getting out of him, so she just takes it and is satisfied with it. Getting used to Grey’s gruff silences in between Sebastian’s more talkative nature is really... weird, but they’re both really similar, otherwise. Or... they’re at least more similar than they’ll ever admit. She cringes when she takes a step wrong, pulling the edges of a cut on her leg. The longer she’s away from the fight - from the danger - the more she hurts. She just wants to sit down. 

hiistiger:

[sebastian] why do you think i would call you if i’m about to be murdered. i’d rather call john [sebastian] funnily enough this shit didn’t happen 500 years ago for me. try closer to 10. it’s very recent history for me, asshole [sebastian] uhhh probably a year or less. that’s how it usually works. she’d be fine.  [sebastian] doesn’t matter though because i’m not dying

worthless-weight-in-gold:

Andrew watches the bartender approach, giving them more than a cursory dismissive glance because he doesn’t recognize them, and because their outfit is distracting and atypical for not only this bar, but the town in general. He wants to make a comment about the heels and how much their feet must hurt, but he’s not feeling entirely chatty right now. “Thespian.” That’s a word he hears quite often, but never before as a name. “There’s a bottle of rum in the cabinet over there that’s reserved for Andrew Minyard. That and a can of Coke would be great.”

Hiatus Notice

Alright, I think I’ve decided what I’m going to do. I’m going to post everything from my queue right now just to get it out, and then I’m going to take a minimum of a two-week hiatus, and then I’m going to drop at least half of my muses and start a new blog. 

fogstate:

Oh for fuck’s sake. “You’re lucky you did, or else you’d be on your ass on the doorstep by now.” He brings a cigarette to his lips and lights it before he even takes off his shoes, because if this is what he’s in for tonight, he’s going to need to extra nicotine. “Get dressed or get out. With or without your pizza.”

thebrcthersjones:

This isn’t usually Kara’s scene. She’s a runner by nature, not a fighter, but she’s tired of always needing to be saved by Sebastian - or at least feeling like she always needs to be saved. Besides, she already knew how to fight, it was just a matter of practicing. So she asked around and found this place, and she’s been going here for a couple of months now. Never once has she been approached by anyone other than her sparring partners, so she takes notice of this guy real fast. “Thanks. Kevin’s a tool. It’s fun to catch him off guard.”

veinstate:

“Can’t do that,” he says, a bit flat but still joking. “Can’t look.” Still, he tentatively grabs Felix’s hand and squeezes. The support is nice, and he can feel himself relaxing at the contact, eyes drooping closed again. “Alright. Alright, it’s a start - you’re right.” He blows out a breath. “I’m... I’m going to be honest with you, Felix. I don’t know what I’m doing. I... I had purpose. I had a goal. And now I’m just.... I mean... I still have a job but it’s not the same. I don’t want to go home. I haven’t told Mum yet. I just... I don’t know.”