mean what i say, say what i mean.

A major part of the tumblr rp experience is refreshing the dash and see your mutual roleplaying with someone else. Or maybe they're answering asks, reblogging musing posts, making an OOC post here and there. However, there will be times where you are waiting on a plot, an ask, or a roleplay to be responded to and you see your partner interacting or engaging more with other people.

Again, the mind is a cruel thing. Inadequacy, jealousy, general anxieties stem up sometimes, it's part of being human. But what's important is how you act on these emotions. Please remind yourself that sometimes, things take time. Not all plots go somewhere. Sometimes, someone may not be feeling their muse for that rp. Maybe they just got really busy. Thousands of reasons, but none of them have anything to do with how much they like you as a person.

August shifted slightly in the seat, the dim light from the screen flickering across his face. Suddenly his jaw tensed at her question, not because he hadn’t expected it, but because it was the one he didn’t quite have an answer for yet. He let out a breath, slow and uneven, his fingers running along the seam of the wheel. “I don’t know.” He said finally. “I think I wanted to hurt you for a second. Not like—” He paused, shook his head, then looked at her for the first time in minutes. “Not like that. I just…I got scared. You have this way of making everything feel real. And when things feel real, they can fall apart.” He watched her. The silence from the screen filled in the cracks between them. Then he added, a little softer, a little more honest: “I said it because I wanted you to see how messy I get. I wanted to ruin it before it got ruined for me.”

The movie flickered across the giant outdoor screen, casting shadows on the windshield of August’s old pickup. Popcorn sat untouched between them, slowly going stale. August hadn't looked at her once since they parked. He kept his eyes fixed on the film, though he couldn’t follow a single scene. His thoughts were stuck on what he’d said that morning. The sharp words that he thrown in the heat of frustration, ones he regretted the second the door slammed behind him. Now, beside him in the passenger seat, there was silence. "I shouldn’t have said that." He muttered finally, the screen’s glow dancing across his hands as they clenched the steering wheel. "I didn’t mean it. Any of it."