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((Reblogged from my main account. Reasons why I won't be on.))
reblog this if you're an active roleplayer!
tbh i saw a roleplay advice post with over four hundred notes. i didn’t even know that four hundred people roleplayed. i’m just terribly curious to see how many people are actively roleplaying at this current moment in time.
It could happen to anyone. People bury a person alive to scare them or to get rid of them. In this situation, rely only on yourself.
Do not waste oxygen. In a classic coffin there’s only enough oxygen for about an hour, maybe two. Inhale deeply, exhale very slowly. Once inhaled - do not swallow, or you will start to hyperventilate. Do not light up lighters or matches, they will waste oxygen. Using a flashlight is allowed. Screaming increases anxiety, which causes increased heartbeat and therefore - waste of oxygen. So don’t scream.
Shake up the lid with your hands. In some cheap low-quality coffins you will be able to even make a hole (with an engagement ring or a belt buckle.)
Cross your arms over your chest, holding onto your shoulders with your hands, and pull the shirt off upward. Tie it in a knot above your head, like so: This will prevent you from suffocating when the dirt falls on your face.
Kick the lid with your legs. In some cheap coffins the lid is broken or damaged already after being buried, due to the weight of the ground above it.
As soon as the lid breaks, throw and move the dirt that falls through in the direction of your feet. When it takes up a lot of space, try pressing the ground to the sides of the coffin with your legs and feet. Move around a bit.
Whatever you do - your main goal is to sit up: dirt will fill up the empty space and move to your advantage, so no matter what - do not stop and try breathing steadily and calmly.
Get up. Remember: the dirt in the grave is very loose, so battling your way up will be easier than it seems. It’s the other way around during a rainy weather however, since water makes dirt heavy and sticky.
JUST TO PROVE TUMBLR HAS A SURVIVAL GUIDE FOR FUCKING EVERYTHING.
just in case guys
Rats are so cute and misunderstood and someday I hope to have one as a pet.
Riff raff, street rat; I dont buy that
Thought Allison might like this.
Perfect post is perfect!
here’s your daily reminder that
you aren’t worthless
you’re worth more than you think you are
you mean a lot to someone
you’ve done something to make someone laugh or smile
you’ve laughed and smiled
you’re good enough
you deserve to be happy
you’re allowed to be sad
you’re you and nothing can change that
and there’s no one else you need to be
Beyond the Walls || Closed RP
Kicking a can gently with her left foot, Julie gave a short sigh. Sometimes it was easy for her to forget that they could be set upon by an undead horde at any moment and that scared the crap out of her. Maybe it was just the stillness of these outer surroundings, but it made a nice change from the frantic, pounding survival of the stadium.
She didn’t tend to put herself up for salvages all that much, despite her longing to get some space sometimes. Maybe it was because of her Mom. In any case, whenever she did volunteer, she always made sure she was with Nora. The girl was an inexpressible source of comfort to her, a sister of her own making. It was funny to think that a few years ago, Julie had only known her as ‘that girl that slept with Perry’.
Their footsteps grew quiet in the eerie silence. Julie cleared her throat to inject some sound back into the darkness, shooting her friend another easy smile. “You know Nora, we could probably take any of this back, never mind what’s needed.” She said, mocking her Dad’s fetch quest nature. “What was it we needed anyway?”
Nora thought for a moment, trying to remember exactly what they had been told. It changed everyday. One day it might simply be containers to keep the food they preserved in, the next it was any kind of fabric that could be re-purposed, the next it was metal scrap that could be used on fixing up the wall. "I think it was just medicine again, but I could be wrong." Her eyes scanned the room as she slowly turned in a circle, trying to spot anything useful with out having to pick through the odds and ends on the ground.
reblog and make a wish
this is my second time reblogging and my first wish came true so
i have to
why not
i did this a few days ago and it also came true, i was freaked out like fuck
hmmmmmmmmmmmm
here goes nothing
well lets see
love this
i remember a few months ago, wishing that my crush would like me back on this post
and now he’s my bf
..WISHING AGAIN. YAY
“Baby, you don’t have to live your life in fear…”
-Fear and Loathing; Marina and the Diamonds (via run-jill-run)
((Okay, I'm working on the only reply I think I have (I am soooooooo sorry @lavender-lightning) but other than that, I'm open to any new rps))
☆ to all of those whom I roleplay with;
Thank you for being utterly brilliant.
Put a name before "...has passed away" and I'll tell you my reaction if they died
WILL THOU GO ON A DATE TO YE OLDE BOUNCY CASTLE WITH ME?! I WAS SENT BY R AND JULIE.
Nora raised her eyebrows. “Bouncy castle? Sounds pretty fun. But I’d like to see your real face first, grey. Even if you were sent by two of the best people ever.”
OOC:
So, sorry I haven't been on. My ability to roleplay Nora well waxes and wanes with my mood and my mood is rarely good enough for Nora. I am open to rp though, at anytime. I can be reminded to get on by a simple ask in my inbox or, if you tag Norathenurse, I'll see it when I'm on my main blog.
Just assume I'm afraid to RP with everyone ever always
For some reason my muses just don’t want to work with me so I just sit staring at my dash reblogging things and I always think that people think I’m ignoring them, but I don’t do it on purpose. I just don’t know what to say or how to reply to anyone or anything. It’s frustrating and I get worked up over it, which makes replies even less likely. It’s a horrible Catch-22 of frustration and anxieties that I wish I could overcome, but I just can’t. I constantly feel like such a horrible RP partner.
reblog if you're a hug slut
Cuz I freakin love hugs