this is an ask/rp blog for kate marsh from life is strange. i am exclusive to the life is strange fandom, singleship, and extremely selective. any questions regarding my current blog state will be collected here.
hello! my name is kat, and i am the mod for this blog!! i run this little site all by myself, and am not looking for help. that said, things will be fairly slow around here, due to my busy school schedule. this blog also contains triggering content. nothing not found within the game itself, but i would recommend putting a few things on blacklist if you find self harm ,suicide , or depression a touchy subject for you. everything will be tagged under the format "#trigger //". please do not hesitate to request anything special for me to tag. i completely understand.
regarding replies &&. interactions, i will only participate in activities with mutuals, meaning you follow me, and i follow you. reply length is not an issue for me, but that does not mean you can bullshit a reply for me. if you do so, this tells me that you don't care about our thread &&. i will drop it. however, if you ever are not feeling a thread, or something's come up, consult it with me and i will happily drop it!!
this next part is extremely crucial. so please read this. the mod is very mentally ill. ironically, most of the content on this blog can set them off. if anything is bothering me, i will notify you, though i would prefer not to have any threads regarding self harm. that being said, please tag these things for me ( ESPECIALLY IMAGES ), either in my format specified prior, or my personal tag: "#kat dont look" my triggers are as follows; guns ,knives ,self harm ,gore ,suicide , &&. negitivity.
thank you so much for reading!! to confirm this &&. for me to check you off, please like this post.
jealous sentence starters || accepting !!

he notices, something she SHOULD BE HAPPY ABOUT.
why isn’t she happy ??
it’s always small smiles, half-lidded eyes, &&. a HUNGRY
gaze. they’ve watched her performance many times, it’s
downloaded on their phones, bookmarked.
the woman doesn’t turn, but adjusts her gaze. a lone student,
seemingly ignoring the prescott’s presence. she can FEEL
his eyes on her. he wants to do impure things, he wants to
steal her.
&&. AT THAT MOMENT, she wants to cry. she realizes
what she’s feeling. how SCARED she is, how depressed.
all it took, was for someone to NOTICE.
her eyes dart back, he’s still staring.
palms start to sweat, wrists begin to tremble.
‘ this isn’t anything new,
i’m just——- ‘
she imagines the HANDS. unwanted touches, pulling at her
skirt, travelling up her thigh—–
‘ i know you don’t particularly like me
or anything, but—–
can you just, make sure he doesn’t
like—–come over here ??
i’ll do whatever you want, just,
please. ‘
her voice is meek &&. quiet, there’s a tone of desperation,
no one’s ever seen her like this.
she can hear the laughs.