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So when you jump that fenceJump that fenceYou better run like the windEmancipatedWhen you break your chainsBreak your chainsYou better run like a devil from the lord and savior

[ MOTHER MOTHER - JUMP THE FENCE ]

#plrp memes #( my brain is out of words so. just have it. here you go )#Anonymous

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There’s spit on my faceThe hot breath of the human raceAnd I know, I know, I’m supposed to integrateBut hows about instead I inch away?

[ MOTHER MOTHER - GET OUT THE WAY ]

Václav, for all his hiding away, is still determined to resist the laws and forced integration of augmentated humans into society as citizens considered to be less than their non-augmented peers-- that, along with treating them like some sort of cattle, tracking them? He’s not about to stand for it, even if the “better”, “safer” option would be to just go along with it.

#plrp memes #( honestly most 'rage against the machine'-type songs work for him. no surprise there )#golgothastrouper

melamemea

music symbols . // meme .

send me for…

❤️ … for a song i associate with my character and why.

💛 … for a chorus i find important to my character and why.

💚 … for a sentence of a song that describes my character and why.

💙 … for a song that makes my character sad and why.

💜 … for a song that reminds my character of their family and why.

🖤 … for a song that makes my character pumped up and why.

💔 … for a song that describes my character’s heartbreak and why.

🌸 … for a song that makes my character happy and why.

🔥 … for a song that my character finds sensual and why.

#plrp memes #( please...... don't send the last one )

vualjack:

Well. That made Jack raise an eyebrow. He clearly wasn’t telling the truth, given the sudden stop in his sentence, among other things.

“Really? What kind of bookstore gets oil stains on your coat?”

They smiled a bit. It wasn’t insulting that he lied, and it was kind of cute that he did it so badly.

“But, sure. I read. Historical fiction and true crime, mostly.”

“Well I mean, I told you already, right?” He paused, gesturing to his whole deal; the flannel, the ripped-up labcoat covered in patches, “this is just me, nothing to do with work!” Alright, nice save, Václav. Perfectly within the territory of the truth.

... And even if it wasn’t, this place seemed different. No one had looked at him with disdain so far-- none of the barely masked moral superiority that people usually held for an aug like him. Hell, this person hadn’t even commented on it at all. Maybe the lies were just... unnecessary!

( Still. He wouldn’t just out and say it without reason. That’d just be dumb. )

“... Ah, well, maybe you’ve already read Sherlock then. But!” He holds up a finger, like a magician about to reveal his greatest trick yet, “Have you ever read it in the genuine, original paperback form?”

#vualjack

Václav Koller had a few things on his suck-it list that he never wanted to really experience. It was like a bucket list, you see, but for every item crossed off he only really got more nightmares.

He was intimately aware of the process that was behind a lot of the augs he fitted his, ah, customers with; the ones that weren't the cheapest possible hodgepodge of outdated machinery usually came from some poor sap who ended up in the wrong alleyway at the wrong time, whether living or dead at the time. And he wasn't exactly too keen on recieveing that kind of treatment-- tub of ice, less limbs--, much like he wasn't keen on having some stranger poking around in him.

So imagine his surprise when he woke up not without his arms, but with ones that looked... Well, he didn't know, but they sure as hell didn't look like his. He could still move them, thank god, so as much as they looked like the prosthetics he'd seen in his books, they thankfully kept whatever function he'd had before. (With the exception of his blowtorch but, honestly, he could probably live without that.)

(... It didn't mean he wasn't slightly peeved that they'd taken out the fingers anyway. You know, underneath all that absolute terror. What kind of an asshole took out a tool and didn't even have the fucking courtesy to give him his fingers back?)

...

... Everything felt like a themepark, like a vintage movie, and Václav was neither awake or clear-minded enough to do anything more but freak out as silently as possible in the hotel room he'd all but been ushered into. Like he'd been walking, talking, getting his dumb, sleepdeprived ass all the way into the past somehow; and he only came to in time for that horrible, gutwrenching dread to kick in.

... ...So where the hell was this place even?

#plrp intro

astriiformes

super cool character headcanons meme

send me a character and i’ll tell you:

2-4 songs that are probably on their iPod

the one place they sometimes end up falling asleep – where they’re not supposed to

the game they'd destroy everyone else at

the emoticon they’d use most often

what they act like when they haven’t had enough sleep

their preferred hot beverage on really cold nights. or mornings. or whenever.

how they like to comfort/care for themselves when they’re in a slump

what they wanted to be when they grew up

their favorite kind of weather

thoughts on their singing voice (decent? terrible? soprano? alto?)

how/what they like to draw or doodle

#plrp memes #( just noticed this one was for characters WHOOPS )#( well whatever just specify which question it is-- )

vualjack:

“Seems well-loved. What do you do? It’s got to be something pretty interesting with that on.”

“Oh, I’m a, uh--” ... Probably best not to go running his mouth about his real job, even in a place like this. Just. Just in case. “I own this bookstore back at home, real big place-- got books from all over, really! This whole look is just, well, me, nothing really to do with... Eh... Anyway!” He interrupts himself, “Do you read? You look like the type to read. I think I got some of my books with me, they’re kind of rare if you’d... want to check them out?”

#vualjack