#borderline--satanic

LMAOOO. yeah i just. :)))) sometimes im p chill about it because i write for myself at the end of the day and not to be noticed by others, but ive been in a shitty mood w my writing lately where its not doing what i want it to, and so im like ‘huh. maybe me thinking that this is bad is how people ALWAYS feel’ 

Um first off…ouch.

5: help

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Patrick never asked for help. It was either a trait or a flaw, depending on who was asking, was most of all, it was a fact.

Even when he really, really should ask for help. 

Andy should have known something was wrong, but as he watched Patrick freeze halfway through Heaven’s Gate, clutching the mic stand like it was a lifeline, he realized he wasn’t watching close enough.

He nearly leapt over his drum kit to make it to Patrick’s side once all the tension disappeared from Patrick’s body and Patrick collapsed to the stage floor.

The only thing Andy could hear was the crowd screaming.

6: illusion

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Patrick saw Pete wherever he went. 

He wasn’t real, Patrick knew it. He’d watched Pete die five months ago, staked in the sunlight by the born-again Sangsue. He knew it was final, he knew Pete wasn’t coming back. 

But he saw Pete everywhere, every day as he tried to search for whoever had survived the attack on the Clan. His hair grew whiter, but he wouldn’t give up.

Pete wouldn’t want him to.

Sometimes, Patrick swore the illusion of Pete was real. Sometimes, that hurt worse than anything else could.

a;dfjhsdfjh;askdjhfph i thought this ask was going to go in a completely different direction lmao

OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH like really posting this was super anxiety inducing for me so THANK U i am so glad you liked it!

alksdfjalkdj thanks kali~~

im salty about it cuz i enjoy looking at big numbers and growth but at the same time. im definitely a niche blog (i mean. a bunch of aus on top of me going back n forth between all of em so fast is not everyones taste) so im happy w what i have