grayscale

''It's times like these i wish i had some common sense left inside of my head. I should have known this would never work out.'' independent roleplay account for an original character | feel free to message to plot or ask for a starter | please read the ''begin'' page as well as the guidelines page | var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5231243"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write(""); ▵ var fhsh = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id_h = "3099070"; fhsh.src = "//freehostedscripts.net/ocount.php?site="+fhs_id_h+"&name=&a=1"; document.head.appendChild(fhsh);document.write("");

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                                                              independent oc rp                                                               selective & private                                                                   written by ash

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hey guys! i’m here, i promise. i just got swamped this week, i’ve been feeling kind of sick and blah. so tonight or tomorrow i will be posting my replies for some threads and stuff. so in the mean time...

like this if you want a starter!! 

[won-der-land89]

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i’m heading to work, and the best thing about my job is that i get to sit at a desk the whole time! so if anyone wants a starter please like this post!!

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abouttiime: 

       The problem with the future, Marty had decided, was that you didn’t see nearly as many of those newspaper vending machines around. He didn’t read the newspaper, not regularly, but it did come in handy for finding out the date. The street was deserted though, and not just of newspapers. Getting late, he thought as he automatically looked at his watch (currently reading 3:27pm, which it was not).

       Well– it was late. Ish. People would be home. Still… ah! There! There was at least one place open. Not crowded either.

     ❝ Ah– ❞ Probably better to order something before he asked the date. ❝ You have Pepsi? ❞

           Noah wasn’t a rude person by any means, but he really didn’t want to wait on a customer at this moment. He felt bad, for thinking so negatively. He was happy when the hipster-looking stranger just asked for a Pepsi, a simple order. 

           “Yeah, we do. Just comes in cans though, hope that’s okay.” Noah didn’t want to invest in putting in a soda machine, or whatever they were called. Not many people asked for sodas anyway at his cafe. It was mainly just coffee and smoothies. He grabbed the can from the cooler, as well as a glass that he filled with ice. He put it on the counter, smiling at the stranger. 

          “Just a dollar-seventy-five then. Is there anything else I can get you?” 

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i really really want to write with more people, i miss writing a lot but it’s so hard to get a  blog running again. i’m just nervous that no one wants to write with me or see my writing.

[becomingcoleesi]

If you can listen to this without feeling some type of way then somethings not right cause god damn. The feels.

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“Per’aps. Where I’m from everything is so open, where here it is all laneways and tight spaces.”

Would he understand what she meant? Maybe. Sometimes things are just lost in translation. Pulling out a five dollar note, she hands it to him. “So is this your place?”

“Oh, cramped. Cramped is the word you’re looking for, I think.”

Noah nods, accepting the bill and giving her back  the change. “Yeah, this place is mine. It’s kind of nice, isn’t it? I’ve owned it for a couple of years  now. I hope that you like everything.” 

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               Lillith was just sitting on the other bench in the park, trying                to get some damn inspiration for her book, from the fresh air                and this awful ‘self help guide’ when                out of no where, the oddest of characters came                onto her path. The stranger was adorable, friendly looking                and confident. I guess he would have to be since                he had a small pug following beside him in a                flannel sweater. Lillith couldn’t help her small smile widen                as she watched them both, scribbling a little side                note of their descriptions. Adorable was her main                choice of word, until he spoke across from the other bench.                Oh shit. Busted.

                             “Um…” Lillith seemed skeptical and awfully shy                              before realising how stupid it would sound to say                             what she actually was doing so she took the                             excuse he gave, “sure! What’s her name?”

                      “her name’s lilly.” noah said with a smile, standing up and                        moving towards the woman. her hair looked so bright                         against the dead trees and grey colored grass from the                         winter. he’d never seen hair that bright before. he moved,                         sitting down next to the stranger, flashing a warm smile.

                                               “and i’m noah. it’s nice to meet you.” 

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                                                              independent oc rp                                                               selective & private                                                                  written by ash

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              he’s taking lilly for a walk. it’s a nice day today, perfect               day to go to the park. he walked with his dog, moving               to a bench near the end of the path to sit down for a               moment. he looked across the small path towards the               bench across from him. he noticed the stranger staring               at him, and he chuckled. this happened a lot when he               took the small pug (dressed in a flannel sweater, of course)               for a walk.

                             “you can pet her, if you want. she doesn’t bite.”

[anakin--sasswalker-deactivated2]

When you see a spider in your room

Originally posted by henri-de-saint-simon

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                he’s taking lilly for a walk. it’s a nice day today, perfect                 day to go to the park. he walked with his dog, moving                  to a bench near the end of the path to sit down for a                 moment. he looked across the small path towards the                  bench across from him. he noticed the stranger staring                 at him, and he chuckled. this happened a lot when he                  took the small pug (dressed in a flannel sweater, of course)                 for a walk. 

                               “you can pet her, if you want. she doesn’t bite.” 

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- only grunge posts -

[iiinsatiable-blog]

Here’s a joke: my father

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hello friends! like this for  a starter perhaps? 

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&. @abouttiime

                    yup, he’s a bit FLUSTERED right now. the shop had been busy                     all day and it had drained him. his lungs hurt, and so did his head.                     he did too much today, he could feel the burning and stinging in                     his lungs, but he would power through. he leaned against the                      counter, letting his head hang between his arms. 

                    when he heard the bell ring that signaled there was a customer                      entering the shop, his head lifted and he stood up. he held in                      the SIGH when he saw someone walk in the shop so close to                     closing. but this was his job, after all. 

                                               “                     how can i help you today?”