I wonder what aliens named our planet

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I wonder what aliens named our planet

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Before I head off again, I'm probably gonna check up on a few threads I wanna keep? I'll message you guys but I really need to sleep haha.
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“ redfieldss’ mun is such a sweetie, seriously!!”
He scuffed his toe of his boot on the carpet, feeling thoroughly awkward and embarrassed. Fleeing seemed like a viable option and possibly the best course of action. Perhaps he should have pretended he was drunk, rather than cite a day that was two months past. On the field of battle, he could think on his feet and yet here he was, in an ordinary, social situation, flustered and struggling. “I don’t hate you,” he said lamely, trying to cushion himself with something positive. “I mean, I like you a lot! You’re great.” He should have led with that, eased her into it as opposed to blurting it out. “You’re pretty awesome, to be honest.” Suddenly he was reminded of the first time he ever told someone he liked them, and how it felt. Seventeen years old - a late start in comparison to many others - and nervously tripping over his words as he asked his crush for a date. Unfortunately, her response was one of disbelief and laughter, followed by the question: “But aren’t you gay?” Claire wouldn’t laugh at him. Of that, he was certain. Instead, she would probably give him a sympathetic smile before letting him down as gently as she could. Somehow, that was worse but he no longer had the fragile ego of youth. He could handle it, right? “Actually…” Take the risk. Tell the truth. “I wasn’t joking.”
She had the sensation of embarrassment, one that was linked with liking someone rather than the latter. When people complimented her she was quick to wave it off and talk about something else but here, she refused to let the pink tint of her cheeks rise. Now she didn’t want to take this out of context- Piers simply thought she was ‘awesome’ because she shared the same name with his captain. her brother. “You’re pretty awesome too.” she teased. Looking at him, she was trying to listen. But even for a moment when those words left his lips she was seeing a very foggy image of Steve. He thought Claire Redfield was the world. Was it true, did she reject these emotions because she had too many enemies to count? I wasn’t joking. What. He loved her? Claire could assume he meant it platonically and it wouldn’t hurt her. but it would hurt him. She was looking at the contents of her desk now, memorizing every groove and line supplemented into the white paper. Again, the last person she had heard this from died. He can’t come back. She didn’t want Piers to take something on that he would leave eventually, or leave by death. She shouldn’t think this way. She was looking at him now, looking for any trace of false intention. But, God damn it Piers, his expression was so honest. Claire was now getting up and standing because she couldn’t sit there. Just sit there, it was hard talking to him while she was sitting. “I don’t want to assume anything.” she finally spoke. but because she cared little for shame. “You weren’t joking about saying you loved me? why?”

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Hey guys. Gonna be doing replies later this week. I'm still job hunting and RL has requested me more often than usual so I don't mean to not reply to things, always reach me on Skype if need be.
PS-MOTHERFUCKING-A
i love my character.
everything about them. my character is my special own creation that i spent a substantial amount time developing as perfect as perfect can be. they’re my muse. so, when i see these bullshit ass police posts circulating, i immediately want to gouge out someone’s eyes. you know those posts. the ones that give you these in depth analysis on why you should do this and not that with YOUR FUCKING MUSE.
my muse is not created to be this universal, politically correct fluff master to fit your criteria. they are MINE and MINE ALONE and i can describe them, play them, & develop them they way I FUCKING WANT TO & i’d be damned if i ever let some fuckwad make me feel guilty, because how i portray my muse doesn’t jell well with them.
roleplaying is free range
there are no set rules. quit trying to enforce them. quit trying police people one what they wish to do with there own characters. if you don’t like how they’re portrayed, don’t follow them. move along. find another person to interact with. it’s really that fucking easy. not everyone is going to match up with your standards, just like you won’t match up to everyone else’s. that’s just the way it fucking works.
when you’re telling people how to rp or how to write their own creation, you’re not being an advocate for social justice or whatever-the-fuck-whoopdie-do,
you’re being a controlling dick.
I keep waking up every morning in hopes that one day I will see the world in colour
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Hurt rp Starters
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down! You don't want to get even more hurt, do you?"
"Tell me where it hurts."
"Whoa, that's purple... It looks like your shoulder is dislocated."
"Oh my god. Are you okay?"
"You're bleeding... You're bleeding bad..."
"This is gonna hurt..."
"Holy crap! I may not know much about human anatomy, but legs don't bend that way!"
"It's all swollen up..."
"You have a black eye. Where you fighting with someone?"
"Okay... Okay, hospital. Hospital, now."
"I think you have a concussion."
"Calm down! Calm down! Your ankle is sprained, okay?"
"Here, lean on me."
"I'm gonna need more bandaids..."
"What the hell happened to you!?"
"Here, I need to clean you up. This might sting a bit..."
"We need to get the bullet out..."
"Oh my god, you've been shot!"
"Did... did you get beat up!?"
"Just hold on. You're gonna be fine..."
"Look out for that car!"
"Wake up! Oh god, please wake up!"
"You're alive! Oh, thank god!"
"I'm no doctor, but you should have that looked at. It's bleeding a lot..."
"What is that? Are there bandages under your shirt?"
"Why is your arm wrapped up like that? And are those blood stains!?"
"You must have hit the back of your head really hard."
"Look at me. Just look at me and stay awake. Can you do that?"
being a slow rper ≠ terrible, bad, unquality, anything you want to call it.
the fact that you reply to begin with is all that i care about. the fact that you take the time and effort to write each and every reply whether it’s mine or not means more and is worth more than you being rushed and stressed.
please don’t ever feel the need to pressure yourself. you don’t owe anyone here anything, and feeling hassled isn’t going to do anything but ruin that. rping, writing, interacting is for fun, and to develop your abilities. fuck anyone who tells you otherwise.

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Thank you for following me. Thank you for reblogging from me. Thank you for liking my posts. Thank you for sending me nice messages. Thank you for staying followed to me. Thank you for making my Tumblr experience amazing. Thank you.
as a big thank you to my followers for your support and in honor of my high school graduation, i am proud to release this photoshop resource pack which contains 20 PSDs gathered from all over the internet, 5 custom PSDs made by me, and 10 different textures – all of these can be used for icons, edits, etc.
download the pack here!
while credit for usage of my PSDs in specific would be appreciated, it is not required as long as you do not claim them to be of your own creation.
in addition to the resource pack, i present a theme giveaway. reblogs only, likes do not count. there will be two winners and each will receive a customized theme of their choosing, complete with choice of graphic, color scheme, links, tooltip, music player, etc. you must be following me to participate – following just for the giveaway and unfollowing shortly thereafter will immediately disqualify you from future giveaways and is not looked kindly upon. but with all of that said, good luck! i will pick the winner completely randomly.
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giveaway ends wednesday, july 1st, 2015.
I apologize for when I said I love you. My heart does this silly thing where it overrides my brain from time to time.
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reblog if your icon is a beautiful cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure
I’ve loved you for such a long time, and you’ve never known. Because my way of loving is silent. It’s said in every gesture and every look, because my actions speak louder than my words ever could.
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He’s a minute of silence in this mad shouting world.
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