#dear roy

[capeshifters]

Shepard and CM/Roy                          “ Maybe we’re from the same star.” @theamazingchickenman

[toocanttoeven]

Dear You,

I no longer feel at home in the months approaching graduation. The first day I arrived here I took in a deep breath and thought to myself, "I could get used to this". Now, I find any reason I can to punish myself for being a loser. I know it may sound silly but I'm excited to leave and forget those who've kept me on their waiting list. I know there are those who've said that they'd never leave my side, or they'll be there for me if I need their support and never leave, but that's exactly what has happened in the past and of recently. I want to believe the last person who said that to me, but statistically speaking, it is not likely. Literally, last week I had someone tell me that if I needed their emotional support that they'd be there for me, and we haven't spoken since.

Dear You, It's incredibly stupid, but as of lately I find myself doing little things to remind myself that you may still be out there, like imagining waking up next to you before I open my eyes in the morning, or leaving room on the sidewalk in case you ever find me walking down the street. However, the chances of meeting you are lower than ever and I've spent the last three days doing things I shouldn't and my short lived attempts have only increased.

[ribbonsofred-archived]

Dear Roy,

I'm writing this letter for one reason: your swag.

Please turn it off. My cat now rubs herself all over my plushie of you, and purrs whenever she hears your voice.

It's mildly disturbing, and a little awkward to explain.

If you really want my cat to love you that badly then feel free to come over and pet her or something. Just turn off the swag, okay?

Thanks.

--Leanne

[dystopian-knight-blog]

Fuck my cow (Dear Roy Part - 2)

Dear Roy,

I wish you were a girl. Seriously. This post might sound desperate and I might sound frustrated but you would have made a fine girl friend. 

Now I won't post why I think so and make it sound even gay, all I can say is that you are my confidant and someone who gets my jokes. We get each other's references and even if the world worries of a meteor destruction we might be found joking about mutilated corpses and headless chickens and wbut in a nearby Bar like Arthur and Ford.

We have both been through a lot. We survived loss of a parent, we survived annoying girl friends who were complete bitches, we survived WBUT and most importantly we survived each other. It astonishes me how similar we are to each other.

Roy as I keep telling you, I hope you grow breasts someday followed by other necessary anatomical changes and become the most perfect woman for me. And then we could get married. I will feed you and make you fatter. And hey, if it doesn't work out I can always sell you to an Arab circus with a hoarding atop:

"Fuck my cow!"

[dystopian-knight-blog]

Dear Roy (Part 1)

This is a token of appreciation for all the faggotness and douchebaggery over the years. You are the first normal (well tolerable till appropriate amount would be more apt) person I've come across over this vast and beautiful valley of the interwebz. You arrived at an apropos period and somehow managed to stuck by me through all these years despite the fact that I lost so many girlfriends during this period of time but you stuck by me like a parasite on a fucking tree. :)

BAM! Just when you thought that this was a post to laud your contribution and applaud your diligence, you are hit by a truck driven by a mallu! This post will be followed by subsequent posts to talk about your gayness to the whole wide world or as they say www. :)

More to cum soon. :D

[argitua-blog]