Dragged Down By The Stone

Layla Gallafrey || 23 || In a polygamous marriage with a shank and a snowman "He who made kittens put s na k es in the grass."

[chill-layla-blog]

before i “go” (because we all know i’m not “leaving," – hell, i’ll probably be on here at least once a day, even if it’s just to check up on things), i’d like to do one more thing:

this is the first time i’ve ever literally cried over a roleplay dying out. everyone’s come such a long way, and i hate to say it all go away. i love you all so fucking much. i’m sitting here, listening to the song i dubbed my “~muse song~” practically the day after this started, and all 17 minutes of it are making me so nostalgic. thank you all for this amazing experience. you have no clue what you all really mean to me – more than the world – and i hope you find yourselves somewhere amazing.

so here’s

to maksen always catching layla doing shit

to “tiny dancer” and “grinchy” (just when i was getting the hang of tagging “/tagged/tiny-dancer,” too)

to never fully scaling everest (and we were so close... to leaving base camp)

to that really angsty conversation india and layla had that was more angsting than talking

to that time that rachel and layla were almost friends

to that time layla was nailed to a cross – ah, good memories

to layla not getting half of what your characters said

to matty being a fucking wreck and layla reveling in it

to chnail’s “i have a lot of money” gif

to talia getting that close to paying for layla’s friendship (a plot that we never got to put in motion, but was started)

to all the people who could be trusted to find layla’s metaphorical dog

to layla and jackson suddenly becoming friends?

to layla and cade’s lame puns (you go to harvard, cade. you’re above this.)

to bible!layla (thank you very much, avery)

to m - aesthetic - my aesthetic

to george

to chill bill

to those three people from detroit that i labelled

to 2200+ posts

to eVERY FUCKING THING THAT’S HAPPENED AND I FORGOT TO MENTION

TO EACH OF YOU GUYS

ALL OF YOU INDIVIDUALS

WHO ARE SO FUCKING SPECIAL

I LOVE EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU

UPDATE: DON’T LISTEN TO FUCKING “STRANGERS” BY THE KINKS WHILST READING THE GOODBYE LETTES I’M CRYING AGAIN

[chill-layla-blog]

before anything, i want to say that you guys have truly been a family to me

i remember i sent my app in, like, literally fifteen minutes after the first acceptance, and i was so disgruntled! the next day, when y’all accepted me, i was, once again, disgruntled because gUESS WHO WAS AT SCHOOL? 

THIS GUYYYYYYYYY.

this ended up being the best roleplay experience i’ve ever had, though. literally, all of y’all are so kind and welcoming, and you all always have been (not to mention, you’re all hella writers, and your characters are fucking amazing). i won’t be deleting this blog – not over my dead body – and i’ll still get on every once and a while up until it seems as though truly no one’s on anymore, but i felt like i should say something since everything’s slowing down so much, and blogs are being converted left and right

i love you all. i love you all so much. (have i already said that? i hope i have, because this is hard af)

if you want to keep in contact, and fUCK KNOWS i want to keep in contact with y’all, you can find me on kik at hellagroovyhellarad (that awful username is the product of trying to think of something quick), on skype at idkmancoolaf (also the product of trying to think of something quick), or on aim at emilyauman (str@ng3rd@ng3r)... i also have a tumblr, but it’s embarrassing af. just tell me who you are and where you’re from, and i’ll be on you like white on rice (also, on some of those sites, my picture is an old man – ignore that, he’s my aesthetic)

by the way, vic and amy – you guys have done an amazing job with this roleplay. quite honestly, y’all have been the best mods i’ve had <3

thank you all for this amazing experience.

[hashtagana-blog]

Don’t you just love when you come home and your step mom has made plans for everyone to go out— without you? I mean nothing says ‘We love you!’ like a trip for three to Disneyworld that you aren’t invited to.

[hashtagana-blog]

[chill-layla-blog]

Who the fuck wants to go there anyways? What I hear – it’s just a bunch of fucking squealing, yeah?

[rorygold-blog]

“Sort of. In the winter that’s easiest but sometimes during the months were I can wear flat shoes, I just count blocks. Like if you walk on the pavement, when it dips down to meet the street at a crosswalk you can tell it’s the end of a block. Counting crosswalks and sometimes sign posts are much easier than remembering step count. Sorry — I’m rambling.”

[chill-layla-blog]

“Fuck – sounds difficult. Yeah – no, you’re alright.”

[rorygold-blog]

“Yes, like, I know how many blocks it is to the city center and how many turns to make to get to the park by heart. Relearning would be difficult.”

[chill-layla-blog]

“Ah – alright. So, do you, like, count footsteps, or?”

[bcdncws]

chill-layla

“Ok, I’m officially kicking myself.” The redhead stepped directly into the other woman’s path. She was jittery and obviously over excited, about to bust at the seams with happy energy. “I know this is such a weird thing to say, but I didn’t go to the truth or dare night, and I just thought of the greatest dare. Can we play truth or dare?” Talia’s face always showed her emotions, and right now, desperation and anticipation were painted on it. “Please?! I promise, only one round, and you can dare me to do whatever you want.”

[chill-layla-blog]

Layla had to say – being stopped by a nearly perfect stranger wasn’t expected as she went about her own business, whatever ‘business’ it was (stealing, walking, the likes). Coming to a direct halt, so as not to knock into the woman, Layla scanned the other woman – she was clearly excited about this dare, perhaps too excited... how suspicious! However, it wasn’t too long before she settled on an answer after giving the other woman a once-over. “Depends,” she stated, her voice flat. “Y’know, I’ll dare you, though,” she replied, a half-cocked smile on her face an oh-so brilliant idea came into mind.

[chill-layla-blog]

mother, should i build the wall?

[wtf-ezra-blog]

Ezra was relieved by her answer, no matter how short. He’d gotten a response to his question, and the outcome was good ( she wasn’t in pain ) so he couldn’t exactly complain about the fact it’d been one mere syllable. He sat back a little further on the bed until his back was against the wall, leaning against it and picking at a thread on his jeans — they were, in a word, threadbare. He’d had them for a long while now, and it wasn’t as though he had many pairs to switch between. The knees had holes in that most paid for nowadays, but these jeans had been hole-less when he’d originally ‘purchased’ them. They were currently the only distraction he had, because he felt that staring directly at her would make the whole situation even more uncomfortable — if possible.

“If I ask questions, I’m just going to be forcing you into lying to me, aren’t I?” he thought out loud, wetting his dry lesser lip with his tongue. He didn’t sound annoyed or offended by the idea; after all, he’d been on the receiving end of those sorts of questions enough times to relate. “So, how about you tell me what you’re willing to tell me that’s truthful, and I just listen? If there’s nothing at all truthful you want to tell me, then you can just stay silent or we can… talk about the weather or something?” small talk was not his forte, but he’d make it work if he had to. 

[chill-layla-blog]

Layla had no idea where this conversation was going to end up. After all, she was not a champion when it came to wording her thoughts (how could one be with a limited vocabulary, only helped by a word-of-the-day calendar?), so she was sure that, in a conversation such as this, there’d be more fumbling than ever before. She watched as he began playing with the thread on his jeans and took that as her cue to take a look at her own as she gathered whatever thoughts she had. Hers, too, were worn out, tearing in a number of spots. Luckily, though, they fit, and that must’ve been the work of some higher power. Unfortunately, said higher power was the whole topic of this conversation, whether Ezra knew so or not. As ironic as it was, God was the problem she couldn’t work through.

As he spoke, she casted her eyes down to her f - and hammered, and hammered - feet, then back towards the wall. She supposed the answer was obvious, no need to be spoken aloud – they both knew what it was. Once he spoke up again, she began contemplating her options. She knew that, if she was silent or let the conversation drift to weather, the topic would remain painstakingly uncomfortable. Still, was she entirely sure she could actually handle such a conversation comfortably? When all was said and done, he already knew more about her than most others. However, she decided that few-syllable answers were answers she could handle. “I’m, uh – wings?” she spoke, trying to be as simple as possible – trying to leave him to decipher it, because she damn well wasn’t going to.

[coldflames]

"Oh, fuck. Watch out, you asshole", the blonde-haired girl spat out as someone bumped into her, causing her to almost fall down to the ground. A bandage was wrapped around Rachel’s shoulder tightly, in one hand she was holding her suitcase and she clearly wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone today. Therefore she didn’t gave the person in front of her any kind of attention, instead she was just looking down at the ground and bit harshly down on her lower lip in an attempt to calm herself down while she was waiting for an apology.

[chill-layla-blog]

Layla was about to do the cliché Layla move and pull out her shank, because what else is one expected to do when they’re bumped into? Just rebound off the other person? Absurd! However, she caught sight of who the person she’d run into was and stopped herself from doing so – a beautiful twist of fate. “Ah – how I reca – revel in that name,” she spoke, acknowledging Rachel’s words, though having yet to register the bandage around Rachel’s shoulder.

[aramisfck-blog]

Sighing in a fit of frustration, Aramis set down her pencil and covered her face with her hand. Her calculations were scattered and she knew that they didn’t correspond with what the answer should be, but she continued to return to the same digits, no matter how often she tried to reconfigure the given equation to make it work. Hearing someone approach her from behind at the little café, the brunette removed her hand and rested it on her thigh. “I’m losing my focus with everything,” she chuckled in self pity, “Either this equation is wrong or I’m losing it.” She couldn’t help but to groan and stare at the numbers on the paper.

[chill-layla-blog]

Robbery, such sweet robbery! Layla was not a cafe-goer, not truly, but she’d gladly go to one when the folks around seemed easy enough to pick-pocket. Once again, a longer preface will be spared, because that’s just a pain to go through. All prefaces for Layla are the same when the truth is told. After discovering that the people there all seemed to be sitting down (and the purses weren’t prevalent enough) – the fiends! – she was about to exit when she heard a familiar voice. Turning around slightly to face Aramis, she replied, “Go with the latter – losing it’s fun as fuck.”

[chill-layla-blog]

-sighing-

[rorygold-blog]

“I really do hope the renovations to the town put things back where they were… eighteen years of, um, muscle memory would really be a shame to go to waste.”

[chill-layla-blog]

“Eighteen years of muscle memory?”

[chill-layla-blog]

i’ve p much been watching this on repeat for the past three hours so i think i’m gonna hit the hay

aNYWAY, i’m going to actually ~get on~ tomorrow :’) sorry i haven’t been on much this past week, i’ve been ~busier~ than i was expecting

[classicrockneverdies]

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[chill-layla-blog]

misheard lyrics: stevie nicks edition: silver springs

what you HEARD: “i could be your only dream – your shining AUTUMN, oceans crashing”

what she SAID: “i could be your only dream – your shining OVEN, oceans crashing”

hahahahah ha ah WOH HAOW ahHAHAHAHA

aren’t games fun?

[sunshineshrine]

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[ayefidji-blog]

Shaking her hand lightly, Fidji plastered a small smile on her face. Just then, in a mousy, unsure voice she spoke, “nice to finally meet you.” The woman before her seemed almost distant , the petite girl unable to distinguish whether or not she was the cause of her demeanor. Yet, as she withdrew her hand from Layla, the brunette thought that maybe it was just the way she behaved on a daily basis. 

[chill-layla-blog]

As the words slipped from Fidji’s lips, Layla began to question her status in Telluride, what with the ‘finally’ that’d been added into the sentence. If she had a reputation that merited a ‘finally,’ then she was (in)famous... and if she was (in)famous, it was about damn time she got paid. “Yeah,” Layla nodded, practically unable to say anything remotely polite (then again, it was far more polite than something along the lines of ‘yes, it is nice to meet me’ – something she would’ve said in a heartbeat). Removing her hand from Fidji’s, she felt as though she could sense the slightest bit of uncertainty in the other woman... then again, it could always just be her own.

[bcdncws]

“I know, right? It’s kind of awful.”

[chill-layla-blog]

“Just savage, so horrible.”