MOVED.

               yo if anyone’s keeping up with my somewhat deranged ramblings of the day ;  i’ve had a sudden  &  reasonably  violent  crisis about this blog in the last few hours. which started up due to the fact that my brand new holtzmann blog is getting loads of attention and as  !!!   flattering and wonderful as that is. it seems to have made me feel  even shitter  about how little interaction i get here on katie.

   SO  after this lil crisis and a handy poll, i’ve decided i’m going to take a break. i honestly have no idea whether this will be a few days or a week or a month     (   although  DEFINITELY  not more than a month unless there’s a drastic change of plan   )     but it’s. stressing me out trying to decide shit. i have a lot of irl commitments atm ;  photography coursework due in soon, film coursework starting up, uni applications being sorted amongst  plenty  of other things, so  what i’m going to do with my rp blog  shouldn’t be one of those concerns lmao.

                    T’DO.

redo a  lot  of icons. not all of them bc fuck me i lov my stupid jumble of styles  &  colours  &  psds. but do a whole bunch so katie looks as Killer as she deserves.

sort out your editing style  ——  text side  &  bold  &  italic  &  spaces  &  make it consistent.

redo tag system. new tags for  everything.

write up all verses.  properly,  with separate posts.

redo rules  FROM SCRATCH.  sort them tf out, you don’t need all that shit. go mutuals only     (   it’s healthier. you don’t need to scramble for interactions   ).

go over bio carefully. probably rewrite each page     (   stop cutting shit out for line length   ).

fucking  talk to people u bag of antisocial shit.

find  ??   some stupid fuckin  SELF WORTH  in your character. katie’s fucking great. there must be people that want to write with her.  fuck  you. she’s great.

if ur not archiving: go through ur blog. clean it the fuck out. get rid of shit.

“when everyone is stuck in the same place, still while time moves, they are easy to see. you’re a blur. like you’re moving, like parts of you are here and parts are gone. i don’t know, maybe you don’t see it. maybe you will one day. maybe, maybe, maybe.”

even to a god it’s an uncertain thing how TIME works. it does and it doesn’t and it is and it isn’t. who care, she thinks. sigyn made a strong guess and the dart landed somewhere near the bullseye, didn’t it?

“i’m hungry. i’m going to get something to eat, you should come with me.”

or not. either way sigyn is turning on her heels and walking away. keep up or be left behind, her backside could care less.

               MAYBE, MAYBE, MAYBE WHAT  ?   this is getting weirder by the moment     (   she figures if she’d ever meet another TIME TRAVELLER they would at least have that in common, but with this woman it’s impossible to tell whether she’s even LYING or not   ).     “   ok, but that doesn’t ——   ”

     she’s SILENCED as the other turns heel and makes to leave. UNEXPLAINED. and katie’s left with jaw practically HANGING OPEN in the wake of whatever the FUCK is going on.

               a long moment she stands there. long enough to watch the other walk nearly out of sight amongst other people, long enough to have about FIFTEEN THOUSAND QUESTIONS spin themselves around her head. there’s the underlying thought of LEAVE IT ;  she’s probably drunk or CRAZY, but...  katie can’t QUITE believe herself.

                          there was nothing from the chromed trooper but stillness and silence for more than what was plausible, until at last she shifted with the weight of her blaster and her contemplations ( tell, and it would provide inside: good and bad ). was there a comfortable silver lining to it ? if so, it was too dull to glisten obviously.      ‘ that is all the inquiry i have. do you, or do you not, have any tech that would interfere ? ’

‘ i spilt really hot coffee on you and now i gotta drive you to a+e ’  au

drunk hookup at a wedding au

two strangers accidentally locked in a shopping centre at 3am au

‘ we’re married / next of kin and i want to murder you for your life insurance ’  au

‘ this is my first time at a gay bar and i’m super nervous bc i’m young / not out and oh shit sorry i spilt vodka on you i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry ’  au

‘ we both got kicked out of the club ’  au

‘ someone was hitting on you at a bar and making u uncomfortable so i stepped in to help and now i may be bleeding but at least they left and hey are you ok ’  au

‘ i’m standing next to you in my underwear bc the fire alarm went off at 2am ’  au

‘ we’re both famous criminals and flirt by trying to out-crime each other ’  au

‘ hey i recognise that shirt hey i recognise you wAIT A SECOND that’s my shirt and we had a one night stand and did u literally steal my shirt ’  au

‘ you’re my therapist and you’re trying your hardest but all i want to do is cry  &  eat cereal i’m sorry i’m so bad at talking about my feelings ’  au

‘ i woke up and idk where i am what’s that voice who are you turns out i’m the main character in the video game ur playing so please don’t kill me ’  au