as of now, this blog (and all of the attached sideblogs) are on indefinite hiatus. it’s too much for me to keep up with, and while i’d like to come back some day, i’m not sure if that will happen.
i’m focusing my efforts on one blog, where you can find me from now on. if you’d like to keep writing (or start writing) you’ll be able to find me over on DIMITRI.
i’m still working on his blog and want to get it completely finished before i start writing on there, but that’s where i’ll be for the next foreseeable future.
what a day. it’s a thousand fucking degrees in new york, and maz is sick of it. and yet here he is, out on the baseball diamond, staring down the pitching machine as it fires ball after ball. he swings, the bat hitting most of the balls. it’s when he starts missing more than he hits that he drops the bat down to the ground and jogs over to the machine to flick it off.
when he turns to walk back to the dugout to get the bag for all of the balls scattered over the field, his eyes land on someone standing against the fence, watching him. he’s... never seen them before, and he lifts a questioning brow.
Okay, so you need to turn around, get in that batter’s box and you strike out on three pitches. Without ever presenting a threat you march your ass back to that dugout so that we actually have a chance to win this game.