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hey, guys !! i’ve decided to delete this blog and restart over somewhere else. this is mostly because this blog can be associated with some pretty negative things for me and i want to move on. for now, i’ll be chilling on my new rosita HERE.
hey, guys !! i’ve decided to delete this blog and restart over somewhere else. this is mostly because this blog can be associated with some pretty negative things for me and i want to move on. for now, i’ll be chilling on my new rosita HERE.
why do i have to watch the hall?
why do i have to watch the hall?
I was l o s t, long before you f o u n d me. You cannot f i x me, I’m too b r o k e n.
i'm going to be away from here for a while to work on my new muse but i'll be back soon enough!!
do you ever look at your rp partners and just
warriorhearted said:
i kno that feel omg
i mean have autoplay if you want but it's terrifying.
i spent two hours iconing harper from the 100 and i'm not even going to make her?? like what was the point??
i just opened up three separate blogs and they all had autoplay and i swear to god, i almost threw my laptop.
on july 8th my blog will officially be two months old and i felt like there needs to be a little thing that i can give you guys in order to thank you for sticking with me and putting up with my shit. and that is why i decided to do an icon giveaway. ( because for whatever reason i’m too lazy to collect everyone in a post for a follow forever )
RULES
mbf me ( if you’re a sideblog, please message me so i know to count you ) you must be a roleplay blog like or reblog this post as many times as you want, but please don’t spam your followers with it don’t unfollow me after the giveaway ends. it’s kinda rude.
PRIZES
1st place: 60 icons of the faceclaim of ther choice 2nd place: 50 icons of the faceclaim of ther choice 3rd place: 40 icons of the faceclaim of ther choice
giveaway ends on july 18th, 5pm CET
Ive been playing Stiles on here since I believe the start of season two? A lot of you have been following me since my original Stiles blog. I just wanna thank all you cupcakes who have enjoyed my take on him and for putting up with my slow butt replying. I’d do a follow forever but ngl I’m lazy. So here is a small promo giveaway thing.
Rules and things:
MBFM. I will check.
Reblogs and likes count.
Must hit at least ten notes
Ends after the new Teen Wolf on Monday.
Have fun.
Prizes and things:
1st place: Two threads of your choice and a not so great promo
2nd: thread of your choice and a promo
3rd: One promo
new theme. check it out!! also a new url to come. I'm going to be 'lcstsomething' soon so if you see some random person on your dash, it's little ol' me.
❖(Hey! Doesn't have to be on the lips haha.)
First of all, Rosita didn’t do parties, and she sure as hell wasn’t interested in attending one. Fine, Aaron and Eric had invited her, and the men were decent and kind, but she was only doing it as a favour. Besides, it had been too long since she had gotten to dress up; make herself look nice, or even feel remotely clean and attractive. Abraham had taken a rain- check, sitting back at the house with his grubby hand wrapped around a beer bottle. She couldn’t blame him.
“Hell of a night,” she muttered to herself, pursing her lips. They were red for a change, thanks to something the other women around the town had leant her. From the dress to the shoes to the make-up. When she walked down the stairs, she hadn’t expected the response she got.
The biggest change of all, however, was how everyone else looked. She was used to Rick being clean now but people had put in a lot of effort to look nice, which she appreciated. Maggie had her hair down and Carl was wearing matching shoes, Tara was wearing something other than jeans and a plaid shirt, and, for once, the redneck in the corner wasn’t covered in dirt and grime and grease.
Daryl was a good guy, had kept them decently fed on the road and made darn well sure that everyone had their ass covered. She couldn’t count the times they had relied on him and his crossbow to help. Hands-on battle was hard enough and when things got particularly tough, there he was. She was thankful, to him and everyone in Rick’s group.
Rosita wasn’t used to hearing her heels clang on the floor beneath or having her hair fall down around her shoulders when her head spun but she liked it; a little but hardly. “Hey,” she said, hand gripped around a bottle of homemade wine. “You look like you’re having fun, huh?”
He wasn’t. Atleast, he probably wasn’t. There wasn’t even a trace of a smile anywhere on his face and he hadn’t spoken to anyone the entire time. She pretended to feign interest in her nails, painted brightly, sipping at her drink as if that could clear the awkward air that had settled. Finding somewhere to settle the empty glass, she stood near him against the wall, chewing on her bottom lip, forcing it between her teeth. Head moving to look at him, Rosita sighed, pressing forward to meet her lips against his cheek, letting them settle there, his scruff scratching her face, before pulling away, trying to fight the gentle blush rising to her cheeks. They were friends and if it she had to, 'I'm drunk' would probably be a valid excuse. But despite herself, she stayed next to him, elbow moving to catch him softly in the ribs.
"Let loose once in a while, okay?" she advised. "Your mood is ruining the party."
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