the holy or the broken hallelujah

Well, shit. He looked like hell. She wouldn’t say that, of course - she really doubted that’d be helpful.

Okay. She could navigate this like she did every other crisis she’d ever faced. It was a Choose Your Own Adventure book. That was all, just a Choose Your Own Adventure book. She’d loved those things when she was a kid. She’d always been so good at choosing the options that led to the best possible ending. If she could do that, she could do this. It was just a Choose Your Own Adventure book.

Option one. You go all touchy-feely super shrink on him, try to talk or whatever. Yeah. That’s gonna work. Besides, you’re shit at feelings and stuff like that.

Option two. Maintain the snarky, sarcastic exterior, at least for the time being. He’s on edge - he’s not going to want to chat, so you smack him into submission (metaphorically speaking). That’s what you’re good at, isn’t it? Putting up walls?

You choose option two. Turn to page 94.

"Why are you skipping Calculus just to come visit me? You could’ve called, like a normal goddamn person, you don’t live here! You can’t just waltz in whenever you damn well feel like it! I was in the middle of something, an-"

Oh god, he’s turned into Dean on his moody days.

She sighs, dropping onto the couch beside him and pushing her hair back behind her ear. You're not twelve anymore, Meg. Life is so much more freakin' complicated than a goddamn Choose Your Own Adventure book. God, sometimes she really, really hated being that girl who was so much better with computers than she was with people.

She wanted to bury her face in her hands - why the hell did she think coming here herself was a good idea? She should've called one of his brothers, figured out how to get in touch with his parents, talked to his roommates, something - anything was better than sending herself in to try to talk to him. Fuck's sake, she didn't talk. She programmed. And she made snarky remarks. And she kicked butt at Choose Your Own Adventure novels. And that was about it. She didn't talk, she didn't console, she didn't reassure. She just didn't do people in general. Hence why coming here herself was a really bad plan.

Okay, yeah, so she had an exam. Screw it. It was Advanced Calculus - it was a fluff class, she could easily make it up over the weekend. It didn’t matter, anyways - it wasn’t like they were going to kick her out. This was more important.

Even though he was home alone, Gabriel still took his little precautions. Locking the bathroom door, turning the shower on high, turning the sink on full power, and bringing his laptop in to play music. Hell, he would’ve brought in a whole stereo system and dealt with the suspicion rather than done his business in silence. But as soon as he’d rolled his sleeves up, stepped on and off the scale almost too many times to count, and had finally crouched down over the toilet, he could still year Meg yelling over everything.

Clenching his hands into frustrated fists, his knuckles popped loudly as he slammed everything off, stomped towards the door and practically ripped it off the hinges opening it. He knew he was uncharacteristically angry, but today was different. He was supposed to be home alone, he was supposed to spend the rest of the afternoon hunched down in the bathroom until he finally felt empty and pure inside. But no, somebody has to always come and interrupt him.

"What?" He groaned, bloodshot eyes flicking up and down the other. “I-I’m busy."

Well, shit. He looked like hell. She wouldn't say that, of course - she really doubted that'd be helpful.

Okay. She could navigate this like she did every other crisis she'd ever faced. It was a Choose Your Own Adventure book. That was all, just a Choose Your Own Adventure book. She'd loved those things when she was a kid. She'd always been so good at choosing the options that led to the best possible ending. If she could do that, she could do this. It was just a Choose Your Own Adventure book.

Option one. You go all touchy-feely super shrink on him, try to talk or whatever. Yeah. That's gonna work. Besides, you're shit at feelings and stuff like that.

Option two. Maintain the snarky, sarcastic exterior, at least for the time being. He's on edge - he's not going to want to chat, so you smack him into submission (metaphorically speaking). That's what you're good at, isn't it? Putting up walls?

You choose option two. Turn to page 94.

Hey babies! Remember when my promo notes screwed up last time, and I said I’d make it up to y’all by doing a mini-giveaway? No? Well, this is what that is. Basically, because I love you guys and I love making things in photoshop [which is something I’ve been doing since I was eight years old — I’m not even joking], I’ve made a giveaway! I haven’t got an abundance of followers on this new account of mine, so you’ve definitely got better odds. So let’s get on with it, babies.

THE RULES

Must be following me, obviously! Since it’s kinda designed to reward my followers and all… If you unfollow me afterwards, no big dealio. I don’t write for you guys- I write because it’s something I love doing. If you don’t like my writing, I’m not going to be a pussy about it and expect you to stay.

You MUST be an indie rp blog. I don’t care what fandom you’re from. No personals. Sorry folks.

Only reblogs count.

Reblog as many times as you like. I’m not the internet police.

A random generator will pick the winners. So don’t tell me I’ve picked my favourites!

THIS PROMOTION WILL END ON JULY 30, 2013.

THE REWARDS

TWO winners will receive a total theme makeover in a similar format to my own theme.

THREE winners will receive a total theme makeover in a similar format to this theme here [which I also edited the hell out of myself.

FIVE winners will get a sidebar graphic not unlike the gif above [obviously in a different shape].

Adios bitches. Two days to get your hands on that theme. And it won’t even be torture to make, because I actually love doing this stuff. Mind you, coding can be a pain in the ass at times.

there's pain

and there's humor

and there's more pain

but then there's this

this is grey's anatomy