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     && nwgrl

    " You are... not from around here.”

#nwgrl #v: you've got a fast car; #you asked for this a month ago #take my belated love anyway

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         I haven’t abandoned you all so quickly, I promise.  It’s just been a                                really  rough week for me       

         but right now, little pittsie here is kind of hiding out to avoid the drama.

                                   probably be here by the end of this upcoming week, but                                    until then, I will likely keep to my spn and htgawm blogs.

#outofthecave; #TOMORROW #PREPARE YOURSELVES

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         I haven't abandoned you all so quickly, I promise.  It's just been a really  rough week for me       

                                (except last night, last night was one of the best of my life tbh) 

         but right now, little pittsie here is kind of hiding out to avoid the drama.

                                   probably be here by the end of this upcoming week, but                                    until then, I will likely keep to my spn and htgawm blogs.

#outofthecave; #even though i've mostly neglected ellen too #whoops #so mostly find me on bonnie

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stcrdustx:

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        “Pittsie, can I ask you somethin’ ?? ”

        "  Uh... yeah.  Of course.  "

#stcrdustx #v: you've got a fast car; #he's so confused like shouldn't you be asking neil??? #or anybody else??? #w h y ?

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      &&  mythicbitxh

     " Uh...  Pitts?  I think it's----  it's        English.  Or, uh... Flemish.  Yeah,        Flemish, maybe?  I'm not... I can't         say I've thought about it. Too much. "

#mythicbitxh #v: you've got a fast car;

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       vague sort of if i'm not too tired after working out I'll make you a starter starter call

#outofthecave; #i have no guarantee when these will be done #bc i haven't gone on a run in forever so i will likely be dead after #but #you can try

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           To quote Chef Gordom Ramsay, "wow, wow wow!"  Thank you alllll for flocking over here!                       I have missed playing Pittsie dearly over the last five months, and am very glad to                       see that, although different people occupy the roles than when I left, DPS is still an                       amazing, welcoming rp community.

#outofthecave; #follows back everyone except #overstrcct #just to mess with you

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                           ❛❛  O to struggle against great odds,                                      to meet enemies undaunted!  ❜❜

#dps rp #gerard pitts rp #self promo; #after five months i want to bring pittsie back #so i'm gonna do that okay? okay #time to follow all the new blogs yes

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            For once, it is actually homework on his agenda, not the             radio or any of his miscellaneous other projects sat waiting             in the wings for the device to be completed and his schedule             freed.  No, this time he sticks to school-- history, if he was             to be specific.  For the third time in his life, he's studying             the American Revolution and for the third time in his life he             would have much prefer not to be rote memorizing the dates             of famous battles and political positions. Yet all the aside,              the sudden appearance of a friend in a far from jubilant              state is enough to make anyone regret pleading whatever             powers may be for some type of excitement.

                          "------ Neil. "

            Even just breathing the other's name seems an intrusion of             privacy, even if it was Neil who entered willingly.  Saying             anything else seems overkill, asking anything unnecessary;             when Neil is upset, it his seldom hard to figure out the cause.             At least, not to Gerard Pitts.  

                                     "Do you-- you can come in..."

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         It’s always a fight with his father— always a talk that             goes awry somehow. There’s shouting, accusations of             DEFIANCE, as if he would actually d a r e to fight his             father’s wishes. This is what leaves Neil with tears to             sting his eyes and sobs to strike his throat, begging for             release. He refuses to cry until he reaches his room—              the safety of those four walls where no one can see as             he shatters into mere pieces of himself. It turns out that             mere willpower is not enough to stop the sorrow from             leaking out, and tears stain his cheeks just as he opens             the door to his bedroom. At least— he thinks it’s his. He             has instead stepped a couple of paces too far and pulled             open the door to the room beside his own. When tear-             filled eyes meet Gerard’s, all Neil can do is stare at him             and hope like hell he doesn’t ask him what’s w r o n g.

#notawhim #cries about it

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I probably already ship it

not that I deliberately start rp’ing with people for the purposes of shipping, but if there’s chemistry, if there’s interesting interaction, then yeah, I probably ship it

you don’t have to ship it too; it’s fun to torture the muse with unrequited feelings okay

I will never pressure you into a ship

if you feel like i’m pressuring you, let me know and i’ll do my best to rectify the behavior

if you want to ship a thing, pitch it to me. the answer is probably yes.

that said, don’t assume it without at least mentioning it to me ooc first.

ships are usually in their own seperate verses unless we’ve discussed something else.

if you ship with me I’ll ruin your life

xoxox i love you bbies

A note about shipping with me

#outofthecave; #BASICALLY #like literally neil and gerard just became a thing because neither of us were afraid to say we like the idea

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#outofthecave; #I'm so funny

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okay and also:  

no matter what verse, no matter what age, no matter who his partner is, gerard pitts doesn't do the spooning bit so much, for a lot of reasons, but mostly because he much prefers face-to-face, a tangle of arms in a mess of mumbled goodnights and the overpowering mint of toothpaste.  he much prefers watching his partner's eyes flutter closed, counting seconds until the breaths of the other person have evened to a slow tempo, even enough to set the clock of his heart.  that's what he does when he loves someone, if only in secret; he's too tall, a heavy guy, he will never ask you to carry the weight of the tall guy with the big nose and the stupid surname.  

by morning, they probably won't be like that any more.  he fidgets too much in beds too small and too hard for him, and he will feel bad about that-- especially if he managed to be the one to steal the covers on a cold night.  but every night he will insist on the position again without the words to explain why he insists two people be subjected to t-rex arms and potentially awkward neck positions.  

it's just kind of his thing.

#outofthecave; #this is a #i suppose #figments and fragments;

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charles approved my angst so  

gerard going back to his room the first night after you-know-what and turning on his radio because he likes that radio and that radio means something.  it means hard work and progress and defiance and beauty and he turns it on looking for some kind of comfort in that

          and "tragedy" by thomas wayne comes on the first station he finds  

and for a moment, he considers [ s m a s h i n g ]  it just to see it [ b r e a k ] but he doesn't-- just continues to consider it in the same vague way he thinks about wandering outside in the snow or holing up in the society cave or just flunking out of welton.  but he doesn't do any of that.  instead he just turns off the radio and sits there, not sleeping for a totally different reason than why he didn't sleep the night before, wondering if everyone else is considering the same things too.

#outofthecave; #I need an angst tag #figments and fragments;

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friendly reminder that gerard is the one who has to sit behind neil's empty desk for the remainder of the year in english and that each time the students are asked to pass papers up to the front of the class, he has to physically lean over the space where his friend used to sit  

       ( on that note: I bet he doesn't actually-- he probably stands up and walks around it )

#figments and fragments;

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         ❝ Hagar... ❞ 

                   [ he trails off momentarily, closing the textbook                       that never r e a l l y held his attention anyway,                       exposing the small piece of metal once more.                       with one fluid motion of a protective hand, he                       shoves it into his khaki pocket, patting it once                       to reaffirm its safety. ] 

                                      ❝ ...has a class right now. ❞ 

                   [ there are certain times of the academic day                       during which it is perfectly safe to work on the                       radio out in the open... and times when it is                       distinctly not.  he knows his schedules for the                       most part, knows that sitting out here right now                       means risking an entrance by either Johnson                       or Wilkinson, but knows that risk is worth it for                        the better lighting and softer seating here than                        safe in his room... none of which he mentions. ] 

 ( for as much as he appreciated them,     no one ever said charlie dalton wasn’t     the biggest of shits towards his friends.     so when the opportunity to try to hassle     gerard arises, who is he to say no??      that radio had been his sole priority     for days now, it’s time he rejoined the living.

               pushing open the lounge door—- yep, there is is.                it’s quick but he catches the movement, of metal                shoved beneath paper && he can’t help but give                a disapproving click of the tongue as he takes a                seat on the opposite end of the table.   )

             ❝ — You’re getting slow, Pittsie. If I’d                       been Hager, you’d of been done for. ❞

#sxnorous #v: you've got a fast car; #i am sure my headcanon helped you a lot with your pittsie feels

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                     ❝ —Neil. ❞

       A not fully-realized sigh of relief escapes        him, but he eases it into a chuckle at the        nudge, which he leans into and away from        in time.  And when the topic of Keating        arrives-- well, it's hardly a surprise.  Few         other topics circulate Welton theses days         the way opinions of his class do.  At least,         not among the students he knows, and        especially not among their group.

                     ❝ Definitely not boring. Like always. ❞

    “No need to hide— it’s just me." 

         Neil grins— he’d seen Pitts’ fingers come          back out from beneath the paper, leaving          the tiniest lump beneath it— and he comes          to sit next to him, nudging him gently with          his elbow. He’d come to Pitts for a reason—          perhaps to ask him for help with one of his          assignments— but it seems now that he’s          here he’s forgotten what that reason was.

                  “What did you think of Keating’s lesson?”

#notawhim #v: you've got a fast car; #I almost tagged this with my verse where neil isn't dead #and in doing so I made myself sad

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Dead Poets Society Challenge — [5/8] characters: Gerard Pitts

"I might be going to Yale. But I might not."

#re: see me for who i am;