I wanted to make this post sound as Liquid-like as possible, but I’m finding it so hard. So I won’t. I’m so sorry I keep disappearing on you like this, I feel like a complete jerk. I had so much fun being my jerkface Liquid, (and I didn’t mean any of what I said, I hope you all know that! I love you all, okay q3q) but something just stopped. I couldn’t find the Liquid-writer in me anymore, and I can’t find my writer at all—I try to write something I really want, I get around five sentences down, and then I’m just done and can’t write another word because it all sounds wrong wrong wrong.
I don’t want to do this, I really don’t, but I’m going to go on a hiatus. School’s stressing me out, having to move and pack everything up a couple weeks before I graduate is stressing me out because what if I fail thanks to this oh no I won’t fail I’ll just get everything done early and hand it in but oh my god I have no willpower or motivation to do it and what about your tuition for college that’s $30,000 man where are you going to get that money because scholarships sure are jerks aren’t they and oh yeah your parents are splitting up aren’t they don’t worry they’ll get back together if you believe it enough oh, and you’re graduating and you and your friends are splitting ways and some of them you’ll probably barely talk to again and you don’t want that to happen and you’re already paranoid because you think your best friend is ignoring you and you cried at school today.
…And just. Yeah. I REALLY want to stay as Liquid here though, and MAYBE I can write another one of those headcanon stories of mine for him, if I can get more than 5 sentences down.
I really don’t want to do this.
I hope you all realize I don’t.
If I had my way, I would be Liquid all day, all year. But, nope. Life to live and all that jazz.
So for now… let’s just say Liquid’s doing a bit of soul-searching. Just flying in his Hind-D around the world, taking pictures, sketching pictures, writing journals upon journals of notes, hula-dancing, helping out animal shelters and charities, and most of all, hoping Vamp isn’t eating his couches or something.
I miss you guys, man.
If you ever want to just talk and rant to me on my personal tumblr, go for it! I’m so lonely on there!
If, for some reason it’s not on Liquid’s blog, my personal one is: linsneakers.tumblr.com
So, thank you all for sticking with my jerk Liquid, and I’m sorry for all the disappearances, and especially this note.
Maybe one day, Liquid will come back from his soul-searching, and call you all bloody idiots again. ♥
(P.S.: Off-topic kinda, but I went to a FanExpo a couple weeks ago and met David Hayter and Jennifer Hale. 2 Hour line wait, but so worth it. David signed my Twin Snakes as, “Selena, or, ‘Liquid Snake’” because I told him about my Liquid coat (which I didn’t wear because are you kidding me that thing is heavier than I am). He was so sweet. And so was Jennifer Hale omg. I think she thought I was crazy though. Oh well. ♥)
[Unfortunate Hiatus :’c]
OOC: This has been me to everything Liquid.
- Me: Okay, time to respond to those "Honey, I'm home!" things!
- *five minutes later*
- Me: C'mon.
- Me: Brain.
- Me: Please.
- Brain: Nope. *walks out*
- Me: FFFFFFFFFFF--
- Me: *plays Mass Effect for an hour and tries again*
- Me: C'mon.
- Me: Brain.
- Me: PLEASE.
- Brain: Haha what. Nope. *flies to the moon*
- Me: AHKJGDSHGJKSDHGDSKJGHJKAAAAAGH
- Me: *feels like a bitch in my failure corner for not being awesome with replies to things*
whiterequiem asked: I MEANT MAD. I gave them to Vamp and he ate them and he liked them! I thought you'd enjoy looking at them because they had your glorious face on them.
You didn’t get my nose right.
faiyathegiantfish asked: Sir, I'm awed by your body. Please, wear as little or as much clothing as you wish.
I’m surprised. I wasn’t aware you were capable of sensible comments! Bravo, giant fish, bravo.
askevasboobs reblogged your link: MGS1 Meryl: askliquidsnake: askrookiemeryl: askliquidsnake: I still don’t know how…
No, no! I just….wanted to make sure you hadn’t been hurt or anything. Weren’t in the hospital all this time. …. I’m glad…
You of all people should know it takes a damn lot to put me in a hospital.
…You bring up a good point, I could smell him from afar.
Now since you say freezing your ass off was worth it, don’t start pointing fingers at me again.What was your reason?
My reason? I don’t enjoy shirts. They’re… constrictive.
Also, it gets bloody damn hot in REX; if I’d kept my coat on, I would have ended up frying myself before I even got the pilot the damn thing.
As I have explained before, my coat was very, very warm. I wore it the majority of my time there, but nobody seems to have noticed.
…Perhaps they…I still absolutely adore how nobody bloody calls Raven out on his lack of a shirt.
I’m also quite certain wearing a tank-top is not one of the smartest things to wear in Alaska, Silverburgh.…Fair enough.
I was a recently-escaped hostage. You were a commander with a massive armory.
If I remember right, you knocked a soldier, Akiba, unconscious and stripped him of his clothing.
Then you decided to dispose of said clothes.
Your hostage excuse won’t work here.Do you know what Akiba’s uniform smelled like? Freezing my ass off was worth it.
…You bring up a good point, I could smell him from afar.
Now since you say freezing your ass off was worth it, don’t start pointing fingers at me again.
…
How…how have you been?I have been alive.
That’s obvious…maybe. Mantis is dead technically, so…
Well, I’m glad you’re alive. Been eating well?…I have been eating as normally as I ever have.
Okay, okay, good.
You were gone for a while. Everything okay?
I have been fine.
Why would my absence from this site count as something not being okay, exactly?
