every rose has its thorns;

R O S A L I N D A S H B U R Y she's a little rosebud. 24. reaper. [ power mimicry. ] our head is both lonely & crowded ; a hundred different versions of yourself and not a single one understands the rest.

[daeneryskairipa]

[beckettsam-blog]

The longer the party went on, the more he itched to get out. However, there was something in the back of his mind, the words people had told him far too often, ‘just let go’. As such, Sam decided to give it a shot. With a plastic cup filled with chips instead of alcohol, he roamed the living room in search for anyone who wasn’t too deep into conversation, before picking his target. “Parties are fun. I like the music. Uh…” His mind searched for generally accepted facts to say. “Dancing is-” He sighed, already so done with it all. “Chips?”

[ofthxrns-blog]

there were a few familiar faces in the crowd, rosalind aimlessly wandering around with her half drunken beer in hand. she spots a particular familiar face struggling to make conversation. she brings a hand up to her mouth to stifle the growing laughter. ❝JESUS, that was painful to listen to. ❞ rosalind came up from behind sam, her arms still folded as she watched his VICTIM  leave. she shrugs a shoulder, rolling her eyes back to him.  ❝ eh, they looked like an asshole anyway, ❞ she supplies offhandedly. she peeks into his cup before plucking a chip.  ❝ however, your generosity shouldn’t go to waste. ❞ she smiles teasingly plopping the dorito into her mouth.

[georgialanes]

        she wasn’t great at parties, but sometimes you just had to GO with the flow. or a least that was what haven was TELLING herself, as she took another mouthful of the drink she’d gotten from…somewhere. vida, maybe - or more like probably.  the details were a bit hazy now, actually. as was…well. e v e r y t h i n g. it felt kind of nice ‘ do you know what’s IN this? ‘ she asked out loud, holding up her drink to no one in particular. ‘ because it’s kind of STRONG. ‘

[ofthxrns-blog]

rosaling raises her eyebrows at the pretty blonde in front of her. ❝ pretty sure there’s some absinthe in there. and champagne. ❞ the brunette regards her carefully, her pinky tapping against her own cup of liquor. there’s always some kind of amusement to be found with those under the influence. it’s the only thing that gets her through the night at the bar sometimes.  ❝ you doing okay over there, blondie? ❞

[ofthxrns-blog]

the air’s STICKING onto her skin like peanut butter stuck to the roof of her mouth. the humidity and the pure heat has her feeling like her skin is melting off, it’s no wonder a black out occurred. honestly, the only reason she’s at this birthday party is because it means free drinks and food. she’s pretty sure she’s had at least three waters in the day alone and a few beers . thankfully, she can hold her liquor and although the whole no light is troublesome she manages to make it over to the bathroom without tripping. she frowns turning on her phone light as she enters only to find someone else has beat her to the room.   ❝ holy fuck, i’m so sorry! ❞ rosalind turns back around abruptly, a laugh bubbling up in her throat.  ❝dude, lock the door next time? shit.❞

[c-isnenegro]

[oktva-a]

Octavia + Monty in Earth Skills.

[ofthxrns-blog]

it’s past 3:00 in the morning. rosie’s tired, her ribs are still aching and work had been brutally dry with very little tips. more than anything rosie had just been wanting to get home and knock out in her bed but of course life could not be that simple. she’d lost her car keys and  it took rosie several minutes of cursing and frantic searches through every possible pocket before she abandoned her search altogether. she’d dipped down to the floor, untied her shoe laces from her boots and quickly tied it back up into a slip knot, wriggling the little string through her door like an expert. 

                        && now of course she’s trying to HOT WIRE her own damn car. she’s bent down with her eyes squinted at the wires in her car. ( thank god she had an older model. ) a shadow moves over to her, blocking the light from the street lamp and rosie bites down on her lip to keep herself from swearing. ( she’s really not in a good mood right now. )  ❝ i swear to god, this is my car. so if you could just move that would be great, you’re blocking my light.❞

[ofthxrns-blog]

drmarshall:

Nolan was PUT OFF by the girl’s bluntness, however he DID NOT voice it. Instead he MERELY SHRUGGED continuing to ice the bruising on his wrist. 

the silence has her looking down at her dead phone, frowning. the screen’s cracked. her wallet was lost somewhere in the crossfire of the mess and she’s feeling a little stranded. frustration has her sighing, her fingers tapping nervously against the useless device. a beat passes before she looks to the young man before she rolls her eye.  ❝ is your phone working? ❞ 

[ofthxrns-blog]

rcplicxte:

                  (“Just the entire human populous - no big deal.                                  Some lucky shrink could make a killing … ”)

                                     (“Either way - dark shit or not - I’d appreciate it if you didn’t -                                                 y’know – mention anything you might have heard to anyone.”)

                                            ❝ you know, i’ve always thought therapists were on the low pretty heinous anyway.                                                      i mean, they literally make a living out of other people’s pain and suffering.                                                                                                         sounds pretty twisted if you think about it. ❞

❝ oh, yeah. i can keep my lips sealed. ❞                                    ...a beat.                 ❝ at a price of course. ❞

[octaviaobviously]

[sunrisesongs]

how to be a monster: 1. learn the taste of dirt and pain. 2. teach it to others till your knuckles bleed. 3. see if that makes it easier to breathe.

rinse and repeat, Amrita C. (via unwrittenarias)

[ofthxrns-blog]

annturns:

Despite slightly raising her brow at the harshness of the other’s words, Ann made no comment to them. After all, she could very easily imagine herself saying the exact same ones. People who didn’t hold back always has a way to amuse her. “In my experience, having a face or entity to pin blame in usually takes the priority after a while. What went wrong, why, who. That’s the structure of a story, isn’t it?” She shook her head slightly, having noticed that her words had, like many times, slipped into subjective territory. That couldn’t happen. “So you think the biggest threat is non-prometheans?”

she rolls her eyes before leaning back in her seat as if she’s ready to get in a long winded conversation with this girl if she had to. ❝ and they do have someone to blame. the prometheans. they just don’t care about whether we’re a reaper or firefly. we all still walk on water, don’t we? ❞ she lets out a heavy sigh. the night itself was tiring and all the aftermath was going to stretch for who knows how long.    ❝ yeah, i do actually. people don’t like what they can’t understand. just open up a history book. ❞    

[ofthxrns-blog]

zivadosantos:

❝don’t worry, give me a day to recover and we’ll spar until you’re begging for mercy.❞ ziva laughed softly, wincing slightly as she poured water onto her wounds in the hopes of cleansing them as much as she possibly could given the current situation. ❝ah, that explains it. bless you sober folk. ❞ a soft scoff brushed past her lips, her bright hazel orbs focusing on the brunette. ❝i’ll be fine.❞

❝ careful, keep talking and it’s going to be embarrassing when i get you on the floor. ❞  rosie smirks, suppressing the chuckle in her stomach when her ribs are still aching. instinctively she brings a hand up to her torso.   ❝ yeah, i’d say this episode cured a handful of alcoholism for a good chunk of us. at least for a little while. ❞ rosie nods, taking in ziva’s appearance now.  ❝ good, ❞ she says simply. ❝ it’d be a shame to not have you around. ❞

[thoranda]

[ofthxrns-blog]

ψ

Do they think they deserve punishment for their wrongdoings?

honestly, yeah. she’s done some pretty messed up things and she’s got blood on her hands. it’s not something she’s proud of and despite the fact that she acts like she doesn’t have a heart, she definitely does, she just likes to wall up her emotions and deny, deny, deny.

[ofthxrns-blog]

♣

Do they believe the world is made up of good and evil?

for the most part, no, not really. in rosalind’s eyes the world’s made up of a whole bunch of fucked up selfish people and it’s usually the people who take short cuts, are a little harsh and cruel that end up coming out on top.

[ofthxrns-blog]

PORTIA

When did you lose your innocence?

❝ I think I was eight? I don’t know, something about riding in a cop car, realizing how emotionally unstable your mom is and how it’s not actually normal to move around and essentially play a giant game of hide and seek with your dad. ❞