#ridrose

[ozpn-blog]

ew a stinky manipulative old man >:/ !!!!!!!!!!!!

                GLYNDA  ——    WHO   LET   HER   IN   MY   OFFICE 

[crowblessed]

qrow this is important ! it's a truly serious question. have you ever noticed that your hair looks like a duck butt ? from the side, at least.

— “I will have you know that this is the PRIME of male fashion, men wish they could style their hair like a duck’s ass, but alas, only I have the creative genius to accomplish such a task.”

   If that GENIUS was waking up in the morning and not even looking into a mirror, then yes, he was god damned Einstein. 

[mosaickd]

" could you.. teach me how to sing ? "

          DARK LASHES FLUTTERED , at the question. brows drew upwards in realization that summer wanted to learn from her. ice lunged girl had held close her passion of song , so dear to her heart , afraid that darkness would engulf it whole. even in her father’s cage , it remained beautiful &. solely her’s  ———  despite her having to sing on cue like a tortured songbird. even with that , the hobby was still treasured. yes, the love for music rang her bones &. made her leap out of depths of sadness. the cerulean gaze locked on the huntress, small curve of lip graced ‘pon her image. a rare question to be asked , joy almost poured out on emerald hued blades that she ran her porcelain fingers through. ❛     of course. it would be my pleasure. it is quite easy once you get the breathing right.     ❜

@ridrose : UNPROMPTED ! ( aa. )

[tohrua-a]

when will  @ridrose  let me rest 

[malefortune]

❛ i just think you’re really great and wanted to make sure you’re not accidentally destroying yourself. ❜

@ridrose —just monika starters — accepting!

“Thanks, Summer.” he can only give her a half smile, because in the end — he has nothing quite left to give her. the scent of alcohol and regret follow him when his own demons chase him — even if she is around to scare them away. “I’m gonna be okay — it’s just…” he trails off, the words tasting bitter in his mouth, he doesn’t want to concern her with his own problems.

she was a beacon of light — hope and kindness, like a everlasting summer. he was misfortune, darkness and sorrow. she can dispel his monsters, his demons — but that’s who he is, that’s how it’s always been, he just learned to hide it.

“It’s nothing, don’tcha worry about it.”

[dadjckes-blog]

don't mind her she's totally not trying to be very subtle about replacing the neon yellow crocs with something.. a little less intense

         “honey have you seen my shoes? i can’t go anywhere without my sick kicks.”

[becomeshield-a]

in this house we love and respect jaune arc bc he is a good boy

put this on my grave.

[rosewished-blog]

@ridrose ​– x

         when she had gone to visit the small village on account of the rumors of a girl with silver eyes, she was the last thing ruby had expected to see. the long, black hair with red tips -- very much alike her own (too much so). the vibrant silver eyes, and pale skin. the similarities between them was uncanny, and the relation between them was so visibly evident. 

          silver eyes were blown wide, hands quaking with -- she didn’t know quite what she was feeling. happiness? fear? relief? dread? for years and years she had thought summer rose was dead -- and yet here she stood, and ruby was speechless.