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HEY OLD FOLLOWERS !! riley has moved to @vonlenska !!

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HEY OLD FOLLOWERS !! riley has moved to @vonlenska !!

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i promsie i’m not dead, just busy with other blogs & real life. i’ll be around today to write replies, but if anyone wants some in-depth plotted thing please hit me up!!

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i’m getting stressed out over small things so i think i’ll do the rest of those starters tomorrow, sorry guys!! i’m gonna head over to mo for a lil & then probably hit the sack. sorry ♥

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“do you think we can ever really move on from grief?” days like this these kind of questions crowd her mind and leave no room for lightness; it’s just clouds, dark and heavy, gathering on the horizon and leaving no room to breathe. “— sorry. i didn’t mean to be so gloomy”.

@maidenvaulted​ / starter call.

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“he’s getting closer”. there’s fear in her voice; it makes it shaky, it makes her panic. it makes her speak in frayed words and short gasps, ‘cause there’s no time, no time: whispers’ coming. “he’s getting to my cluster — we need help”.

@bcstdressed / starter call.

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officersensate:

how was he feeling? words couldn’t describe the tumultuousness that raged inside of him. even though it needed no answer there was some comfort to be found in riley’s compassion towards him. no words left him but a simple shrug stated the obvious. he bit down on his dry lips and nodded. his hollow eyes looked around and back to her. he reached up to cup his own hand around riley’s as it caressed his face. a faint smile appeared on his lips.  “no. not right now. but… i can’t imagine it’ll be too long before he is,” he said in a low voice. “how about you? how do you feel?” they were in this mess together.

when being hunted, intimacy is a luxury too treasured to let it go to waste. riley leaned into his touch, head tilting to meet his hand; with eyes closed, for a second she wasn’t scared. all she felt was the soft, buzzing warmth of the cluster, that low vibration in the back of her brain. she smiled. “i’m okay. we’re okay”. the others were distressed, but she wasn’t going to tell him that; he couldn’t be the one to worry about everyone, not always. a concerned gaze observed him for a second, though she never pulled away from his closeness. “are you hungry? you should be eating something”.

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madebetter:

     ‘ it’s, uh, hendrix, ’ he nods, and she gets an easy smile in return. it’s loud enough to be heard well enough now that his headphones are around his neck, and it’s a wonder that jude hasn’t ruined his eardrums at this point. he doesn’t much think about that, though. ‘ live at woodstock. s’a good album. your kinda thing? ’ 

     he looks like her papa. not because of his looks, it’s just something about the way he smiles when he speaks - it makes her lips curve spontaneously, a smile blooming at the memory of her father’s music: it softens quickly. gunnar means home, and home means something she’s not allowed to remember. “my father used to make me listen to him all day. i don’t listen to that as much these days, but yeah — it’s a good album”.

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aye i’m back finally & i’m gonna get to the, like 2 things i owe so far; like for a starter once i’m done with replies!! ♥

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HEY KIDS. I thought it’d be a good idea if we started a new MASTERLIST FOR INDIE SENSE8 ROLEPLAYERS, so I thought I’d throw out a line for everyone that is playing/has either a CANON CHARACTER, OC SENSE8 MUSE to reblog and I will create a post that will be gradually updated as the fam returns. 

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Happy fucking New Year.

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Send “New Years Kiss” to give my muse a kiss at midnight on New Year’s Eve

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Suggest songs you think fit my muse.

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seattle, wa

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someone: who do you ship in sense8? me: the cluster. someone: no, but i mean, who do you ship romantically? me: the cluster. someone: no you don’t get it, who’s your otp? me: the cluster. someone: no but --  me: the. cluster.

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the lumineers lyrics (part 1) rp meme

“Pack yourself a toothbrush, dear. Pack yourself a favourite blouse.”

“‘Cause if we don’t leave this town, we might never make it out.”

“Take all of your savings out.”

“I was not born to drown.”

“By the time your mother wakes, we would’ve driven through the state.”

“Baby, come on.”

“We were not born in sin.”

“Forget what Father Brennan said.”

“We’ve driven through the night.”

“Leave a note on your bed, let your mother know you’re safe.”

“If the sun don’t shine on me today, would you lay yourself down and dig your grave?”

“Will you rail against your dying day?”

“Jesus Christ can’t save me today.”

“We looked outside, we couldn’t even see the sky.”

“How do you pay your rents? Is it your parents?”

“Is it hard work, my dear, holding the atmosphere?”

“I don’t wanna live like that.”

“Put on your dress.”

“Decide on me.”

“Yes, wear something nice.”

“Oh, ____ , you’ve been on my mind since the flood.”

“When I was younger, I should’ve known better.”

“I can’t feel no remorse.”

“You don’t feel nothing back.”

“I’ve got a new girlfriend.”

“You can’t see past my blinders.”

“He feels like he’s on top.”

“Heaven helps a fool who falls in love.”

“You can’t feel nothing small.”

“You got big plans, you’ve gotta move.”

“‘Honey, I love you.’ That’s all she wrote.”

“I can’t feel nothing at all.”

“I was Cleopatra.”

“I was young and an actress.”

“You knelt by my mattress and asked for my hand.”

“I was sad you asked it.”

“I had no plans.”

“I lay in my black dress with my father in a casket.”

“I left the footprints, the mud stained the carpet.”

“The mud hardened like my heart did when you left town.”

“I must admit, I would marry you in an instant.”

“I was late for the love of my life.”

“Damn your wife, I’d be your mistress. Just to have you around.”

*some lyrics were change to fit appropriate rp scenes, but feel free to change the words to fit your muse better !

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It was good for a while, being empty. I didn’t hurt anymore. But as time went on, it was like I could hear myself from far away, begging for permission to come back.

Myra McEntire, Hourglass  (via wordsnquotes)