#therosewilson

//Whoever you are, that is despicable. I will not tolerate it.

That is just sick fucking behavior. 

If you have a problem with someone--you unfollow. You don't send hatred out into the world and try and make other people feel small or unwanted. 

I'm not sure what kind of lonely, tiny person sends this kind of hatred. Or hides behind an anonymous mask and chases someone like that. 

You make me sick. Don't do this. I want to believe that people are better than this. That we are all above such vile, putrid behavior. 

We both know it took extra effort to go out of your way and be this cruel. And Rose's Mun does not deserve this.

She is a kind, understanding, wonderful person and doesn't deserve to feel threatened. No one deserves to feel that way.

Nobody.

therosewilson replied to your post: Oh, I know you’re good for your word on this, Slade. That’s what makes it so much FUN. I’ll draw the X on my chest for your bullet so you’ll know it’s me when you finally track me down. But I’m not going to make it easy for you. The hunter has to work for his kill. I’m too far away to shout, so you’ll have to give my regards to Rose. She looks more and more like you every day, and not just on the outside.

“Wow, scary.”

therosewilson replied to your post: I’ll tell you what, I’ll leave a smiley face on the detonator in my nest, so when you find where I was positioned you’ll know I was pleased to see you. And then, of course, you’re welcome to rifle through what’s left there to find a clue before it all goes up in smoke. You might THINK you’re the cat in this chase, but from here, Slade, you look like the cheese.

“He says in his fwuffy wuffy, bunny slippers.”

That light little touch makes him squeeze back, makes his other hand glide over to her waist, and makes him press his lips up tight against hers. The first one is light; meaningful and at ease, but once he breaks for a gulp of air, he kisses harder, his shoulders relaxing as he takes in her touch again. This is even more fun than he remembers it being. Enough so that he nearly forgets to respond, "Maybe if you were around more often, I'd have something to smile about."