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SodaCat

aka Soda

Bureaucrat Prefect
  • I live in a constant state of denial
  • I was born on February 1
  • My occupation is cool pokemon trainer
  • I am She has the Japanese look.
  • SodaCat

    be

    August 1, 2017 by SodaCat

    brad is a meme


    “C’mon… I think you’ve had enough to drink…”

    Words followed by a stumble. An arm reaching out. A slump. Drowsy footsteps. A clatter. Laughter. A door slamming shut but, not in anger.

    It was a little difficult to carry Edgar’s weight, they weighed about the same, even if Edgar had more muscle and a couple inches on him. The lack of balance didn’t help at all, and, even digging his feet into the dirt didn’t really help him.

    “I don’ wanna go home…” he complained, steering away from Brad, setting off in another direction. Clumsy footsteps not indicating a clear one.

    Panicked ones followed. Brad held onto him again. The fear a mix of logical and illogical. Blue Skies was dangerous. Edgar was the king. He was a target. He was in charge…

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    Seagulls.

    July 26, 2017 by SodaCat

    i wrote this ages ago its about brad/brandon/bradley/fuckboy


    Seagulls.

    He could hear seagulls, flying overhead.

    Moments later he saw them, white bodies barely visible against the misty morning beach sky. Back home he might’ve stressed about them pooping on him, but today he wasn’t home. He was alone. Blissfully, earth shatteringly, heartbreakingly alone.

    He lay on the sand, arms splayed out, helpless like a fish out of water, which he guessed he was in a metaphorical sense. Nobody liked him at Bullworth. Not even the girls.

    The damp sand was cool against his skin. The entire beach was brisk, given that it was closer to winter than summer. It felt as if the Earth were returning his hug, and he relished in it.

    Waves crashing. Bullworth lake wasn’t…

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    jason n kitty trash 1

    July 16, 2017 by SodaCat

    idk how but i accidentally deleted the other one and created a user out of it so....

    anyway the black book is where he rates his hook ups 

    kitty is cici's

    love her


    “Jason,” Kitty screamed, jumping off the rollercoaster and running to his open arms, jumping up and wrapping her legs around his waist. He held onto her, smiling, a genuine one despite himself. “You gotta go on that ride. You’ll love it, I swear. I’ll even wait in line again with you,” she offered, giving him a tiny little grin.

    “That’s thoughtful of you,” he replied, putting her down, a little bit self conscious of the display of affection. He glanced around, unsure of himself. He wasn’t supposed to do stuff like that. The closest Jason Griffith ever got to P.D.A. was sexual acts in…

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    Millstone - ethereal

    August 22, 2016 by SodaCat

    e·the·re·al 

    əˈTHirēəl

    extremely delicate, light, not of this world

    adjective

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    23 days before

    December 9, 2007

    Sunday

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    Shit, I gotta admit, it took me a long time before I actually mustered up the courage to do one of those, uh… shoot, what are they called? Those meetings? The ones where you round up somebody’s friends and family and talk to them about some aspect of their life, and basically make them feel so shitty and raw about the whole thing that they agree to stop just so that you’ll all cut the sentimental bullshit and let them live their lives in peace? Intervention, yeah. One of those.

    The guys were on board for the idea from the day I brought it to them. I got ‘em all (Russell included) to meet me at the school fountain one day…

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    Millstone - panacea

    August 18, 2016 by SodaCat
    pan·a·cea

    pa-nə-ˈsē-ə

    noun

    a solution or remedy for all difficulties or diseases

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    36 days before

    November 26th, 2007

    Monday

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    I didn’t see him again for almost a month. I mean, I guess that’s not entirely true—I saw him in the dorm and around school but only for a couple minutes at a time, except for lunch. But he was usually jumpy around lunch, wolfing his food down and trying to get outta there as soon as he could. Lunch was the only time I could ever get a real good look at him, and it wasn’t good.

    His hair was a mess, stickin’ up every which way so that he looked like the doll from Child’s Play. That, and his eyes were sunken in and dark all around as if he hadn’t been sleeping. It was weird and striking—purplish brown surrounding his…

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