Lana Del Rey (via mourningmelody)
“ being took for granted was a thing that she accepted,
and she didn't need those things to make her H A P P Y . “
✂ indie rp blog for patricia dixon, mother of daryl and merle dixon.
✂ six years of roleplaying experience, three of them being on tumblr.
✂ open for plotting, even if i’m on hiatus. { which i am from time-to-time due to school. }
✂ i prefer semi-para, conversational or para.
✂ icon user.
✂ this is an extra icon.
“I wondered about her chicken-and-egg relationship with Dad. Which came first? Her helplessness or...
// To her own blog! Feel free to follow this new account and forget about this one. All future writings and musing will be over there.
{ It did matter. They should have gone back, should have ended it all and made sure they could never harm another survivor again. But instead, they were fleeing, getting as far away as they possibly could. }
” You don’t know that. You’d be surprised, they’re supposed to be out here. They’re hunters — ain’t got no problem with hunting what they like. ”
{ Who knew, perhaps they would track them down and make them pay. Rick could have stopped that from happening, could have put an end to all of this. }
"An' would it'a been worth losin' anyone over?"
Pattie just doesn't t h i n k like Rick. She just doesn't-- Care about other survivors that way. Not at that moment, anyroad.
All that mattered was that their people were alive.
"Don't let it e a t at'cha.
'Cause it will. If ya let it."
With bottled worry in her eyes, the woman sets her hands on the taller's shoulders firmly. Giving him a brief shake; trying to jostle the shell shock from his rattled mind.
{ Because she cares about you, Rick. Almost like you were her own b o y. }
But guys, think about super close platonic relationships
- Platonic reassuring shoulder/arm/hand grabbing
- Platonic tight, meaningful hugs
- Platonic late-night deep conversations that end in at least one person holding back tears or sobbing
- Platonic sleeping in the same bed
- Platonic forehead touches
- Platonic staring into each other’s eyes like the other person is the world
- Platonic CUDDLES
SUPER CLOSE PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS
” We should have gone back. “
{ He can’t seem to forget about it. Terminus should have burnt to the ground and they should have gone back to finish those that survived it. }
"What? An' get f u c k i n' killed?"
With muscle memory, Pattie smacks the newly loaded clip into the pistol, shoving it through the wear and tear of her leather belt. C l o s e. Always so close.
"It don't matter--
Ya think any'a them remember how t'get on out here? No.
All of 'em 'll be dead in'a week. If any of 'em got away."
INDEPENDENT RICK GRIMES ROLEPLAY ACCOUNT.
• I am reposting this because I am re-starting my blog from scratch. • I roleplay both short threads and novel length threads. • I enjoy roleplaying with people both in TWD fandom and other fandoms. • Five years of roleplaying experience. • Always looking to roleplay with new people. • Friendly OOC and always willing to chat through asks. • I use gifs, icons and gif icons (I usually make my own). • I’m up to date with TWD and know about most shows. • I’m willing to plot anything, even AU’s of your choice. • All threads (unless plotted otherwise) will be apocalypse based.
[ the small child is quiet satisfied playing with the red cups, off in her own little world. ]
"Whatcha got there, then?"
Pattie fingers one of the many solo cups in her slender fingers, poking the contented child on her nose with it.
{ If only everyone could be that happy in this world. }
Why did you stay with a man that was beating?
”Why do ya still go on visitin’ grandma, after she’s done forgotten who ya are?
Why do ya feel so bad about puttin’ an ol’ huntin’ dog down, even when he ain’t no more use?
Because ya cain’t forget who they u s e d t’be. So much that ya don’t rightly care who they b e c a m e.”
You being back with us here, now, that’s everything.
send me a ship
Give me a ship and I’ll tell you:
- Who cooks:
- Who does the laundry and other chores:
- How many children do they have:
- Who’s more dominate:
- Favorite nonsexual activity:
- Their favorite place to be together:
- Any traditions:
- Their “song”:
- What they do for each other on holidays:
- Where did they go for their honeymoon:
- Where did they first meet:
- Any pets:
- What do they fight over:
- Do they go on vacations, if so where:
hurts| starters
“I just — I don’t understand. ——— Thank you; I know… I’m just so scared. Even though Rick and I weren’t really talking… I always thought that he would be here when the baby came; that he’d be here to help, this baby would have at least a father… in case anythin’ happens to me. If I die during childbirth.. this baby won’t have a n y parents.”
"-- Cain't help but think that ain't true, ya know."
The woman shifts, ankles crossing as she lounges back against the pillow. Scratchy, state-provided things that once would have been an irritation to whatever prisoner this cell belonged to.
But now?
Now it was a l u x u r y.
"Because if yer' thinkin' for even a second that a n y' a these people would jus' toss that kid out if somethin' d i d happen t'you and Rick, you'd be dead wrong."
{ Bad choice of words. }
"But it don't matter, cause ain't nothin' gonna happen to ya. I had both my boys at my momma's house-- It's gonna be hell, I'll tell ya. But it ain't so hard."