[30/01/2017 12:22:58 a.m.] gravy boy: her being able to play with trees and stuff and him like 'damn wonder what i can do' and then they go grocery shopping and a bunch of gravy things fly off the shelves at him
[30/01/2017 12:23:10 a.m.] georgina: Oh my god
[30/01/2017 12:23:48 a.m.] georgina: I might cry but at least his power wouldn't have any chance at ruining his life unless he was allergic to gravy
[30/01/2017 12:24:09 a.m.] gravy boy: im gonna make him allergic to something in gravy
[30/01/2017 12:24:23 a.m.] georgina: Icb u
Okay i woke up at noon and got right on tumblr to do this so there’s a chance things in this are not gonna make a bunch of sense. BUT ANYWAY today is my favorite persons birthday so happy birthday Rachel and welcome to adulthood you’re gonna love it. so have a look under the cut for me being sappy and me being super proud of Rachel.
Okay so Rachel u may be wondering what possible thing i have to say this year because the last couple of years I’ve just constantly said that i love you and don’t get me wrong here i still love you so very much but I’m gonna try to say that through this without actually just repeating the words i love you over and over.
So lets start with the fact that come December that’s 3 years of our friendship. 3 years. That’s one of the longest friendships I’ve ever actually had and we're actually so much closer than I’ve been with most of my friends in the past, and of all the friends I had 3 years ago I’m only really still good friends with two people. You and Raine, and is it a coincidence that you both happen to rp on tumblr with me? Probably Not. But seriously, we've watched each other grow up and change and we’ve been through so much in our personal lives and I can’t speak for you but I can say that after a terrible day I always feel better and sometimes even safer just by being able to talk to you.
Considering we talk more or less daily, I probably talk to you more often than just about anyone else, and the fact that we talk over messages is a really interesting thing for me because I kind of struggle to message people especially people I know because I feel awkward with how i type and i question if i should type more/less formally and all that, but with you I don’t ever have to worry about that kinda stuff.
But lets move on a bit to that part where I said I was gonna talk about how proud of you I am. I don’t know if that’s a shock to you or not, but I am proud of you. Crazy proud. I’ve seen you go through your late teen years, I’ve seen you grow from a fifteen year old to a legal adult. You don’t need to be worried about being 18, to me it was pretty similar to 17 and I think you’ll make it through. But back to why I’m proud, I’ve seen you go through a lot, and I’ve tried to help where I can but there’s only so much that I can do from across an ocean and through a screen. You’ve told me I’ve helped you and believe me you’ve helped me too, but I do feel like I can’t help as much as I’d like because we're so far from each other. If I had more money that last line would segue into me moving to Australia or coming to visit you or something but I don’t have that kind of money so let’s just pretend it didn’t sound like a set up.
Something you may not know or maybe you do is that I did plan for about half a year on going to Aus, had ideas of when and had this big plan, but clearly that didn’t happen. I’d been planning on flying over for your high school graduation, be there as you leave the high school system and meet you in person when things were undoubtedly gonna get just a little harder for a bit. It didn’t happen, I couldn’t afford it, but one day I’ll meet you in person I know it. So this is getting a little long and there’s a million things I’d like to say but I don’t know exactly how to say any of it so I love you, I’m proud of you and Happy Birthday.
[30/01/2017 2:15:52 a.m.] gravy boy: icb i gave eldon a power he has to suffer thru for the rest of his life that literally makes his life a living emotional nightmare and then i give this kid the ability to manipulate gravy which he can't touch anyway bc he's allergic to it. fksdkfdshf.
“till the end of the earth.” he says with a nod. it almost sounds like he’d abandon sam after an apocalypse, but that’s not what he means. he’s gonna be with samson until it’s not humanly possible to be together anymore, but even then he’s gonna try. he’s gonna do all that he can to stay with samson when everything seems wrong. “you’re never getting rid of me.”
“I believe you.” His voice is near silent, doing his best to hide the hurt. It can’t easily be hid, though. It’s clear that he’s in pain. His brother is dead. His best friend girlfriend’s brother killed him thinking that it had been Marcus. He can’t help but wonder exactly what went through Samson’s mind in those moments and the time following them. Did he hesitate? Or did Samson attack ‘Marcus’ in a heartbeat, fine to throw all that they had away to save his sister? Did he consider it being Noah? Or was it easy for the blue haired boy to see Marcus as a vicious and angry kidnapper and torturer? The silence just makes Marcus question it more, but he doesn’t dare ask about it. Doesn’t dare risk finding out that the blue haired boy could drop all the feelings between them without regret, because Marcus could never just drop those feelings. He feels far too much to ever forget those feelings. “You did what you have to do. I don’t blame you.” A small smile is given and his hand moves to rest on Samson’s shoulder, his attempt at being supportive. “I don’t blame you.”
“You’re the only thing I know like the back of my hand.”
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“sometimes i think you know me better than i know me.” it’s said with a small smile, but of course there’s some things that he doesn’t know. he doesn’t hear the things she thinks and he doesn’t experience the nightmares every time he closes his eyes. or maybe he does and she just doesn’t have a clue. maybe she knows as little about him as he does about her. “that’s what family’s all about, right?”
“you can’t just throw things at me and expect me to just stand still, samson.” she’s standing there slightly annoyed as she looks from samson to the now broken plate she’d been holding. he’d just thrown a pair of socks, but she hadn’t been paying attention and had just flinched in response. her flinch led to dropping the plate, and now it’s just her and samson standing there staring at each other as the shattered plate lays on the ground beside a pair of socks that he wanted her to wash. she just stares at him for a moment before picking up the socks, groaning lightly as she throws them back at him. “don’t throw things.”
