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@silver--rps
jesse hudson / 27 or 28 / arizona native / musician
long nights // comic filled bookshelves // messy rooms // graphic tees // loud // competitive // gaming consoles // smoky bars // ripped jeans // profanity // plaid shirts // inspired 3am writing // polaroids // unabashed flirt monster // the colour pink // touchy-feely // fidget spinners // unanswered texts // neon lights
alias & pronouns: silver, she/her
timezone & identifiers: gmt, slytherin, virgo, professional napper, procrastinator extraordinaire
favorite dcom: the descendants! it’s so cheesy but has the best songs
what type of ads do you like to snag: close family and best friends
what’s a plot you’ve never done but would love: oh gosh i honestly have no idea rn! a successful, healthy relationship? (jk, i don’t want that lmao, gimme the drama, mama)
pls, some fresh mëmë content:
ch#1, name tbd - comic book artist
hey guys! i'm silver and i'm looking for a hollywood rp that's opening soon so definitely thinking of joining ptro!
i'm looking for an empire records inspired group of friends/co-workers (haven't seen it? go watch it <-- trailer, it's '90s heaven and ultra silly) to go along with my aj or corey (gah i can't decide which one i want!) plus i'm also thinking of revamping my baby-faced but hard-ass dealer to the stars with the almost-creepy eidetic memory, and yeah probably a few more boys, maybe a girl too.
nothing is set in stone right now so if anyone could use what i've mentioned so far for anything just let me know and we'll work out something awesome coz i'm feeling a drama drought at the moment and need a fix! xoxo
A Girl Like You- Edwyn Collins
okay so has anyone seen Empire Records? it’s only like one of my favourite ever movies and i’ve been dying for an ER plot for a while now, though i can’t decide on the aj or the corey.
if you’ve seen the movie and are interested, let me know! and if you have no idea what i’m talking about, let me edumacate you on the ’90s glory!
it’s the trailer, sailor!
Nixon Asher Steele
name: nixon steele age: twenty-three date of birth: 14 february sexuality: heterosexual profession: unemployed relationship status: single face claim: josh beech
i'm so sorry for the pain, sorry for the aches
"It's easy to look at someone like me and automatically assume that I had some kind of hard childhood right? You can't honestly tell me you're sat there and the first thing that went through your mind as I walked in the door was anything but something along the lines of 'poor kid', am I right? Sorry to disappoint you but I don't have any stories of 'Daddy didn't love me' or indeed 'Daddy loved me too much' to tell you. My dad left me and my mom when I was about eighteen months old but frankly I consider myself better off for the fact. If you ask me it's gotta be a metric fuck-tonne easier dealing with an absentee parent than one who stuck around but is a real shit-stick. Sure, money was tight around the house: my mom had me when she was real young so to say she was under-qualified for the general job market would be an understatement. Working nights at a bar down town, splitting tips on a good night and supplementing that meagre wage packet by working as a receptionist at the local dentist office, it goes without saying that we were hardly flashing the cash. There's poor though, and there's poor, I mean we still had a car and we could still afford groceries; there were plenty of kids in the neighbourhood who had it worse than me. It was only when I went up to high school that things started changing."
sorry for these moods i'm swinging, but i don't need your hand
"My mother and the rest of the family like to use the phrase 'fell in with a bad crowd' a lot when they think I can't hear them talking about me. You want the truth? I was the bad crowd. High school is when you finally start doing real work instead of pissing about all day and it turns out that the real work bored me to shit. I got called lazy and stupid by the teachers and it didn't take too long before I was out and out labelled a bad seed.After yet another admonishment in front of the whole class, one day I just lost it. Not in a 'grab a machete and slaughter fellow students' type of way, I just mean I grabbed my shit and got the fuck out of there. Walked all the way home before I realised my mom was still at work a few blocks away and I had no way of getting into the house. To this day I'll swear down that I intended to just wait for her to finish work and come home but the heavens opened and it started pissing it down. Having left my coat in my locker in my rush to leave, I had no protection until I reasoned that the car was as good a place to keep dry as any other non-option I had. In an effort to save money my mother only drove to her bar job and she walked the few blocks to the dentist's office, so there it sat, a hunk of barely held together scrap metal out front of the house.Getting in was a piece of piss; my mother is as scatterbrained as I am organised and had one of those magnetic key box things hidden in the wheel arch. A quick fumble above the driver's side tyre and I was in! Now, remember what I said earlier about being bored to death by the work at school? You may notice a pattern. So I'm sitting in the car, driver's seat, naturally, and I'm finally dry. The novelty of being out of the rain wore off pretty quick though and before I even realised it I was fucking around with the car, putting the key in the ignition, turning on the heating, screwing with the radio, trying out the blinkers: you name it, I probably fucked with it. Ten points if you guess what happened next. I mean, what would you have me do, be in a car, unsupervised, and not try to drive it? The thing about me is that I learn fast. Like really fucking fast. And once I've learned something I very rarely ever forget it. I'd watched my mother drive this hunk of junk for years so I figured I had it down, easy. I set up the car the way I'd seen it done a thousand times before and put it into drive. Getting it onto the street was a cake walk, as was driving to the end of my block. It was only as I approached the stop sign that I had the misfortune of realising that watching and memorising in theory is very different to practice. I had control of the car, but not of my surroundings and before I knew it, the people-carrier that I hadn't seen coming towards me was crunching into our car - the sick sound of twisting metal on metal echoing all around until the inertia ran out and the two cars stopped dead. No one was hurt; out of me and the soccer mom in the other car I came off worse with a slight whiplash but that was nothing to the tirade unleashed on me by my mother when she finally caught up with me at the hospital.You might think that I'd have learned my lesson but you'd be dead wrong. Out of everything that happened that day, the thing that is still the most vivid in my mind, even to this day, is the fact that I loved the thrill of taking the car, of doing what I knew could land me in serious trouble. The risk of getting caught was far outweighed by the thrill of the fact that I might get away with it. Okay so in that case I didn't get away with anything but it certainly taught me what not to do next time."
i don't need your heart. i don't need a parachute.
"By the end of high school I guess you could say I had established my identity. Take me or leave me, I certainly didn't give a fuck. Still don't. Over the years a few people gravitated towards me for whatever reasons. A few of them are still around now, but the majority just wanted to take a brief vacation from their own vanilla lives and test out a day or a month of mine. You know the ones, Daddy's Girl princess types who turn seventeen, get a nose ring and a tramp stamp and think they're suddenly some kind of force to be reckoned with. I can't complain too much, most of them are pretty eager to please in the back of their parents' Mercedes, but it's always short-lived: Sooner or later they get tired of being a 'rebel' and swap the Jäger for wine coolers, the leather for velour and me for whatever All American Asshat that came around first. Not gonna lie, there were a few feelings involved at the start until I got sick of being their vacation. After a while it became clear that something had to change and so I did. I stamped down my emotions and went from being the used to the user. It's not just the girls - everyone's out for himself so fuck it, so am I. You want dope but you can't pay for it? You can fuck me for it if you like, as long as you're a looker. It's not that I was ever sweetness and light, but I guess I embraced my darker side once I hit high school. I 'borrow' cars every now and again, I do a few recreationals, I sell said same few recreationals and I fuck around a lot. I don't lie to get women into bed and I don't sweet-talk them - what you see is what you get with me, I'm not going to pretend to be someone who wants to wake up with you tomorrow if I don't. I'm sarcastic, blunt, have a vicious temper and to be frank, most of the time I can be a real asshole but what do you expect? I'm an asshole surrounded by assholes, raised in the most fake city in world. Now we just have to sit back and watch it burn."
writing an rp reply
i want, quite badly, to get back into writing. every site i see though… it’s just ugh. anyone starting something new and need any help, or know of any sites about to open up?
i stick to rl, town, celeb, college, abilities etc.
basically, i just miss my crazy lot and want to get them back out there haha
did away with roleplaying, did away with my tumblr.
swiftly made a new tumblr. consider this my ~starting over.
lol this sums up my life
I Promise I’m Not a Murderer: The Story of a Researching Writer
now with a sequel:
I Swear I’m Not Pregnant, I’m Just Naming Characters
Don’t forget: I’m not Trying to Break Into This Building, I Just Need to Know the Layout of it
And the ever appealling: I’m Not Planning on Killing Myself, I Just Need to Know How a Character Could Commit Suicide Whilst Making it Look Like a Murder
I recommend
I’m Not a Terrorist, I Just Need to Know How a Criminal Mastermind Would Properly Construct a Bomb
Am I the only one really bothered by the fact that the strawberry and the blackberry are touching?
Let them touch, they don’t get to often because of their tragic forbidden love.
Long ago, two Elder berries got into a fight, the tribe split in two, the strawberries against the blackberries. Now, new passions arise between the new generation - could this be the end of the feud or will it just fan the flames?
Two flavors, both alike in sweetness In fair Verona, where we lay our scene From ancient cold break new freezer burn Where civil juice makes civil fruits unclean
Did you just turn gelato into Shakespeare.
OMG IT’S BACK
I didn’t know what to expect but now I’m physically crying
Lmfao
Reblog if you actually never sign out of Tumblr, you just close the browser.
YEAAAAAA
I swear, this player never gives any of her characters the chance to develop any good CR before she puts them on hiatus and makes a bunch of new ones. She’ll make a new character, send out a bunch of RP starters, get some responses that she barely responds back to, and then a week or so later (when she gets impatient with her character for not yet having a soul mate or a best friend), she drops them and introduces 2 or 3 more characters. She’s like a bad RP character hydra! I’ve talked to her about this bad habit in private, but she just keeps on doing it!
