Ain't nothing to do with luck

" He didn't tell you about me?       Understandable, I guess.    I'm the one who put that        beating on him when he tried  to jump me back at the river."   [ Indie RP blog for Molly,        The Walking Dead Game ]

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[rogueringer]

He knows she'll find it cheesy, and she'll probably just laugh at him, but the subsequent humiliation will probably be worth it anyway. Probably. Nick exhales nervously, then opens up to a page in his battered old journal. "If Juliet is the sun, then Shakespeare never met you. Golden and furious, I burn under your touch. What the sun would even want out of meager space rock like me, I'll never know."

  Since they settled inside the shed for the night, a silence had stretched on for so long as they tended to their own affairs that Molly just barely noticed the shuffle of cloth and creak in the moist floor boards as Nick got up from his spot. Only when he was standing in front of her so his boots appeared in her view did she look up from the magazine she’d been reading.  Curiousity widens her eyes as they fall upon that journal she’d seen him pull out now and then, and it was only out of a rarely given respect for the guy she hadn’t peaked at least once yet. As Nick takes a moment to prepare whatever he’s going to blurt out, Molly understands it’s important enough to crave her whole attention, so she lets the water-damaged sides of the magazine fall closed. Her arms cross, though she remains on the floor, which is good because she later imagines she’d ended up there anyway from the words that spill out of his mouth.  Astonishment is probably the first emotion he could have read on her face if he hadn’t been focused on the text, jaw slack to emit a few huffs reminiscent of a chuckle. Steadily, her lips stretch into an uncertain smile, until she’s grinning in hopes of covering up the heat rising to her cheeks. A hand briefly untangles itself to cover her mouth, which she lets fall once the poet looks up.                                                               ”Wow— okay, well.”  Amusement slips from her smile onto her tongue, as her brain quickly tries to catch up with what just happened. To say this was new was an understatement, but that it was unexpected from him was the quite opposite. Still, he’d got her, for once. How to react to this kinda stuff was never something she’d prepared for.                    ”Is it criticism if I think space rocks are pretty cool? They can cause            a few flaming hells of their own, just saying— But… thanks, Nick. That was cute.        If you got any more up your sleeve I won’t say no. It’s time an artist immortalised me.”

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                          And I’ve always lived like this                   Keeping a comfortable distance.                     And up until now I have sworn to myself               That I’m content with loneliness.

[rogueringer]

[ tfw ur restrained to liking 13pointbuck's posts from phone ]

You are like a sunset Behind a mountain Somewhere And when I cannot see you I know you're still there Because my heart is yours I'll never leave you Though we are far apart I'm by your side My love is never gone, I feel it rise again Through it all now my heart is yours You say I am the moonlight I watch you At night And when you cannot see me I'm still there in the sky Because my heart is yours I'll never leave you Though we are far apart I'm by your side My love is never gone, I feel it rise again Through it all now my heart is yours

[pokerset-deactivated20241123]

what a woman

[the-immortal-bawd]

Has any man a right to look at other men and decide which is worthy to live?

Fyodor Dostoevsky— The Brothers Karamazov (via ishii-hospital)

[nicksokay]

[13pointbuck-blog]

๒ɭ๏๏๔ เภ Շђє รภ๏ฬ a christmas eve murder mystery

[ the problem: we awoke one christmas eve at the ski lodge to find a dearly beloved fellow survivor, mr. body, bludgeoned to death underneath the christmas tree—what a grisly present! the culprit was clearly one of us, and they may strike again—вυt ωнσ? ]

[ how to play: everyone will be assigned a randomly generated role. the majority will be civilians, a handful will be gunholders, there are two defibs, and one murderer. 

     civilians are innocent and start with no guns (though they may find something on their own later). it is up to them to figure out who the murderer is. they are all susceptible to murder. civilians, gunholders, and defibs are all capable of secretly aligning with the murderer—so don’t be quick to trust!

     gunholders are just like civilians, but also start with guns. they are also capable of being murdered. they can kill anyone.

defibs have a defibrillator, which they can use to revive ONE person from death. defibs are also capable of being murdered, and the defibrillator cannot be taken from them or used on them.

     the murderer must keep track of the clock, as they have to murder a new person every half hour. they will do this via messaging you ANONYMOUSLY with the word “murdered.” you will then create your OWN unique one-sentence death scenario and paste your murder in the chat. be creative!

     i am the watchholder. i assign everyone’s roles and know who everyone is, but can’t reveal who. my participation will therefore be slightly detached. however, as the watchholder, i will announce every half hour mark to alert the murderer and warn everyone else.

the the goal is ultimately for either the civilians + co to find the murderer and kill them, or the murderer to be the last one standing—so be careful who you tell your secrets! ]

[ guidelines: we must be following each other. message me for the link, password, and your assigned role. PLEASE understand that coming to a game means committing to your role. it’s very inconvenient when people leave. ]

[ start messaging me now to receive a role for the 6:45pm est game. rpers are still welcome to join AFTER 6:45pm est but will be assigned the role of civilian only. ]

[13pointbuck-blog]

#[ don’t tell nick ]

[rogueringer]

[prettywordsinfuckedupworlds]

Don’t wanna

LET YOU DOWN

But I’m

                          ＨＥＬＬ ＢＯＵＮＤ

[rogueringer]

They normally don't get this much time to themselves, and it's even rarer that they'll spend it doing something besides reading comic books or napping. She straddles his lap, kissing his neck hungrily but knowing that this will have to be a test of patience. He's hesitant, his affection calculated and deliberate. His slow fingers freeze by her belly button, and it's all she can take. She grabs his wrist and guides his hand past her waistband, deep between her thighs, coaxing him to explore.

      ”— Okay?”

      ”… Nice.”

             [ subtly tucks it away shh ]

[roleplaymemesandthings]

Send me ++ to be introduced to a member of my muse's family

[oh-teen-posts]

[howa-musing]

✥ ƒrom the moment they are born  everyone has a right to                  ℒive                       ~ Lloyd Irving

[rogueringer]

shesfuckingweird replied to your post: anonymous asked:Ho, ho, ho, are y...

/Omg?!!!!

[ every sexual sunday there's a hildadildo and every time i supect a particular someone ]

[rogueringer]

Sure, she could end up pregnant from this, because let's be honest--he looked like the type that if he ever got his dick into someone and his greasy mitts on whatever ass she may have had, then he wouldn't know when to pull out for sheer lack of getting laid. She couldn't have thought about shit like that when she grabbed his belt in a vice grip, growling something obscene that had him grinning from ear to ear as she dragged him towards her. That, or she simply enjoyed playing with fire.

  [ nate/molly frickchild for season 3 protagonist ]