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[joshthewashingtonbro-blog]

Closed RP - Ghost!Sam and Wendigo!Josh

Josh was lost, the mountains were full of caves and passages and he kept seeing Hannah and Beth everywhere. 

He had been wandering for what seemed like days, trying desperately to find a way out when he finally gave in, taking the same route as Hannah had. He ate and ate until he was on his way to Wendigo, just like she had been. 

Finally he found somewhere to stop and try and thing, try and find a way to think himself out of the maze he’d been stuck in for what felt like forever. 

[axhiisms]

I don’t usually write these because all of my followers are perf people, but there’s a few people that I want to mention. I started this blog the beginning of October. I’ve been on Ashley a little over a month. && already I’ve made some awesome friends. I’ve opened up more with some of you than I do my own family. && that’s amazing, tbh. But, enough of me being sappy. Let’s get on to the list!!

                                                        ❤ THE BAES ❤

@analytxcal, @imabcdass, @badasscochise, @anythingtounsee, @ofthefourthking, @cfmadness

                                            ✿ The Precious Flowers ✿

@setpath, @gasolinebcy, @idogotmoves, @haywoodisms, @woahnxllie, @manixcal, @eagerbender, @cxjun, @lamejokez, @b00mbutterflyeffect, @withcring, @didhemakeit, @swiinehearts

While this is not the complete list, these are the few that I stalk && roleplay with. Just because you’re not on the list doesn’t mean that I don’t love you any less. I love you guys, && thank you for making this blog awesome!

[rageburdened-archive-blog]

“There’s really nobody else here.”

//nightmare starters@anythingtounsee

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“I still… I still wanna make sure.”

Jake was practically shivering, despite the fact that he wore more layers of clothing than usual.

“It was probably--nightmares probably came because I took my meds too late in the day, I think. Maybe--probably--pretty sure. Although usually, all that happens is insomnia, so--” He clamped down on his tongue.

“Anyway, I just wanna take a look around. A-And I don’t wanna sound like a baby, but could you, uh, come with me? Please?”

[not-yourbro-blog]

Send me a ☾ for me to talk about a fandom that I’d like to rp in but haven’t.

oh boy so many!! not so much anymore,but back when i ran a left 4 dead blog i was really enamored with the entire the walking dead game fandom, they all have such quality blogs, I was constantly thinking about making one and then getting too flustered. I have a feeling once season 3 is released I’ll want to rp in that fandom

[snowballkissjess-blog]

✂

holy shit

       She doesn’t know what she’s doing.

                              She’s out of control.

Mike’s dead.       Emily’s dead.             Matt is dead                   Josh is dead                         Chris and Ashley are dead                                                                         dead                                                                                     D E A D

Sam’s all she’s got left. Sam’s all she’ll ever have.

The doctors say that she’s got PTSD, that she’s going to need help to work through what happened to her on the mountain. They suggest she stay with a friend, for her safety. She moves in with Sam for her protection.

                              (It’s Sam who needs the protection. Not her.)

Two am brings another nightmare, another hallucination of the monster that tried to kill her. She registers the feelings of hands around her forearms, shaking her. There’s a voice, trying to talk to her, but all she hears is the roar of that monster and she panics. Jess twists out of the tight grasp, grabbing the lamp and smashing it against whoever’s holding her. 

She keeps hitting, bashing, unaware of the blood splattered on her body. The lamp eventually falls from her hand, clattering to the floor, the girl pushing herself back into the corner away from the beaten body. Her body shakes with terrified sobs.

By the time she comes to her senses, it’s dawn. 

                        And Sam is dead.

[fvcknvggcts-moved-blog]

❤

send me ❤ and I will bold all that applies to your musestatus: last one

I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you like family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.

the things that are in strike out are things he will not admit out loud. if a bold and strike out overlap, the strike out is the truth.

[medicated-and-caffeinated-blog]

anythingtounsee replied to your post:tbh im contemplating clearing out my drafts and...

(Bby… :( If you need someone to talk to, I’m here for you, okies?)

It’s just that Josh doesn’t want to reply to them right now and hasn’t wanted to and it’s like bOY STOPPIT. 

I’ll try replying to them again tonight, or when I get free time. There are like 30 so it’ll be a while but ACTUALLY KNOW WHAT IM GONNA DO THEM ALL 

[fvcknvggcts-moved-blog]

♤:Taking a bath together

MEME THINGSTATUS: NAH, SON

The water is warm as he squeezes thesponge over her shoulder, moving hersoft cornsilk locks to the side. His lipslinger at her temple and press gentlythere. Looking down, he takes in thefew ( ever so grateful he's been allowedthe opportunity to ).

He notices the scars on her otherwiseuntarnished skin and grimaces. Notbecause he doesn't think she's beautifulbut because they had to get there inthe first place. Fucking wendigos. Fuck.

He sets the sponge down and pours someof her organic vegan non-animal testingwhatever the fuck shampoo into his handand sets the bottle aside. Massaging the soap into her hair, he kneads at her scalpwith his broad digits slowly.

"How's it feel.. M'lady?"