So far only about 400 people
:| This worries me deeply
Everyone following me better be over 12.9
You have to be it’s in the tumblr terms and conditions
Wait no there has to be more of us then that…. D :
COME ON PEOPLE, THERE HAS GOT TO BE MORE.
Way older than 12
17 here
17.
(Source: smile-breathe, via yukiwashere)
I really like the idea of those “tumblr university” posts you see a lot, so I’ve decided that I want to write a story for it.
So, with that in mind, whoever reblogs this by January 25th will be included in the story in some way!
GO FORTH AND REBLOG MY DARLINGS
(via uncleoakenshield)
I even made the blog for my character. I’m just a little nervous about getting started, I guess. I’ve never roleplayed something like KS before, so I’m a little apprehensive about screwing up.
Anybody willing to RP? Just bounce a message over if you are.
They came to rest some distance away, in a section of the city unknown to Jase. He panted lightly, measuring his breaths; a feeble distraction for the screaming ache in his legs. “That’s better,” he eventually noted, looking around and finding no walkers in sight. Their combined gasps for air hid any distant or concealed groans. “There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
She shook her head, still on her knees. Her body trembled, and she was slightly cold. She slowly got up on her feet, swallowing heavily. She looked at Jase head to toe, once again taking in his appearance. ‘He doesn’t seem to be dangerous…’ she thought to herself.
Jase thumbed his hunting knife, still on the lookout. “Have you been here long?” he asked. His voice sounded alien; awkward, jerky, rusty. Satisfied with their solitude, he let his arm drop, almost immediately regretting losing his greatest source of pockets.
Daniella sniffled. “I’ve lived here for six years,” she stated. She looked around and cautiously sat on the pavement. “My boyfriend and I moved in together a couple of months ago,” she said quietly, twiddling her thumbs.
Careful not to make a habit of gesticulating with a weapon, Jase stuck his arms to his sides before settling next to Danielle, sat against the wall. With the sun just past its peak, he rested in the long, cool shadows for a moment, wiping his brow, staring at everything but Danielle as she spoke. “I see,” he replied, “And, er, where is your boyfriend?”
Daniella’s eyes welled with tears at his last sentence. “He, um… He got bit, and turned,” she said quietly, looking down at her lap. Even though he had never treated her right, Daniella still loved him, and still got teary-eyed at the mention of him. Though, it did just happen a couple of hours ago.
“I see,” Jase pursed his lips, “Blimey, that’s rough.”
He pulled his legs up, crossing them, tapping the blade absently against the concrete. “So, er… how have you been surviving so far?”
“You’re tellin’ me,” she muttered under her breath before clearing her throat. She put her legs out in front of her, crossing her ankles. “I saw my first one a couple of hours ago, so all I’ve been doing is running,” she said.
“Lucky you,” he mumbled, stabbing at the concrete now, “I’ve been at this for maybe half a day. This whole city’s gone to hell and I was only passing through. Creepy plague.”
This area seemed well and truly abandoned. Jase afforded himself the opportunity to rest his eyes for a little while, pulling his free hand over his face. “I’m assuming you don’t have much of a plan from here, if you’ve only been at it for that long.”
Daniella sighed and shook her head. “No, I don’t,” she said quietly, turning to him, “I’m sorry if I’m not much use from here on out… I can’t do much, unfortunately,” she said quietly, biting her lip. She expected a negative reaction, like screaming or such, for not being able to really do anything.
“Not being able to do anything is irrelevant,” Jase replied, biting his tongue for a moment as he composed the next utterance as carefully as he could, “What matters is that you can survive, I reckon. You’ll pick up the useful stuff. If you want to live, you’ll have to improve.”
A gunshot echoed in the distance. Jase paid it no heed. “We should probably find some shelter. Somewhere high, lots of stairs. Any ideas?”
(Source: pregnancyinanapocalypse, via pregnancyinanapocalypse)
Thank goodness the one I own still works.
Goodnight Sweet Prince.
(Source: cryptons, via porcelain-petite)
(92,523 plays)They came to rest some distance away, in a section of the city unknown to Jase. He panted lightly, measuring his breaths; a feeble distraction for the screaming ache in his legs. “That’s better,” he eventually noted, looking around and finding no walkers in sight. Their combined gasps for air hid any distant or concealed groans. “There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
She shook her head, still on her knees. Her body trembled, and she was slightly cold. She slowly got up on her feet, swallowing heavily. She looked at Jase head to toe, once again taking in his appearance. ‘He doesn’t seem to be dangerous…’ she thought to herself.
Jase thumbed his hunting knife, still on the lookout. “Have you been here long?” he asked. His voice sounded alien; awkward, jerky, rusty. Satisfied with their solitude, he let his arm drop, almost immediately regretting losing his greatest source of pockets.
Daniella sniffled. “I’ve lived here for six years,” she stated. She looked around and cautiously sat on the pavement. “My boyfriend and I moved in together a couple of months ago,” she said quietly, twiddling her thumbs.
Careful not to make a habit of gesticulating with a weapon, Jase stuck his arms to his sides before settling next to Danielle, sat against the wall. With the sun just past its peak, he rested in the long, cool shadows for a moment, wiping his brow, staring at everything but Danielle as she spoke. “I see,” he replied, “And, er, where is your boyfriend?”
Daniella’s eyes welled with tears at his last sentence. “He, um… He got bit, and turned,” she said quietly, looking down at her lap. Even though he had never treated her right, Daniella still loved him, and still got teary-eyed at the mention of him. Though, it did just happen a couple of hours ago.
“I see,” Jase pursed his lips, “Blimey, that’s rough.”
He pulled his legs up, crossing them, tapping the blade absently against the concrete. “So, er… how have you been surviving so far?”
“You’re tellin’ me,” she muttered under her breath before clearing her throat. She put her legs out in front of her, crossing her ankles. “I saw my first one a couple of hours ago, so all I’ve been doing is running,” she said.
“Lucky you,” he mumbled, stabbing at the concrete now, “I’ve been at this for maybe half a day. This whole city’s gone to hell and I was only passing through. Creepy plague.”
This area seemed well and truly abandoned. Jase afforded himself the opportunity to rest his eyes for a little while, pulling his free hand over his face. “I’m assuming you don’t have much of a plan from here, if you’ve only been at it for that long.”
(Source: pregnancyinanapocalypse, via pregnancyinanapocalypse)
They came to rest some distance away, in a section of the city unknown to Jase. He panted lightly, measuring his breaths; a feeble distraction for the screaming ache in his legs. “That’s better,” he eventually noted, looking around and finding no walkers in sight. Their combined gasps for air hid any distant or concealed groans. “There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
She shook her head, still on her knees. Her body trembled, and she was slightly cold. She slowly got up on her feet, swallowing heavily. She looked at Jase head to toe, once again taking in his appearance. ‘He doesn’t seem to be dangerous…’ she thought to herself.
Jase thumbed his hunting knife, still on the lookout. “Have you been here long?” he asked. His voice sounded alien; awkward, jerky, rusty. Satisfied with their solitude, he let his arm drop, almost immediately regretting losing his greatest source of pockets.
Daniella sniffled. “I’ve lived here for six years,” she stated. She looked around and cautiously sat on the pavement. “My boyfriend and I moved in together a couple of months ago,” she said quietly, twiddling her thumbs.
Careful not to make a habit of gesticulating with a weapon, Jase stuck his arms to his sides before settling next to Danielle, sat against the wall. With the sun just past its peak, he rested in the long, cool shadows for a moment, wiping his brow, staring at everything but Danielle as she spoke. “I see,” he replied, “And, er, where is your boyfriend?”
Daniella’s eyes welled with tears at his last sentence. “He, um… He got bit, and turned,” she said quietly, looking down at her lap. Even though he had never treated her right, Daniella still loved him, and still got teary-eyed at the mention of him. Though, it did just happen a couple of hours ago.
“I see,” Jase pursed his lips, “Blimey, that’s rough.”
He pulled his legs up, crossing them, tapping the blade absently against the concrete. “So, er… how have you been surviving so far?”
(Source: pregnancyinanapocalypse, via pregnancyinanapocalypse)
They came to rest some distance away, in a section of the city unknown to Jase. He panted lightly, measuring his breaths; a feeble distraction for the screaming ache in his legs. “That’s better,” he eventually noted, looking around and finding no walkers in sight. Their combined gasps for air hid any distant or concealed groans. “There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
She shook her head, still on her knees. Her body trembled, and she was slightly cold. She slowly got up on her feet, swallowing heavily. She looked at Jase head to toe, once again taking in his appearance. ‘He doesn’t seem to be dangerous…’ she thought to herself.
Jase thumbed his hunting knife, still on the lookout. “Have you been here long?” he asked. His voice sounded alien; awkward, jerky, rusty. Satisfied with their solitude, he let his arm drop, almost immediately regretting losing his greatest source of pockets.
Daniella sniffled. “I’ve lived here for six years,” she stated. She looked around and cautiously sat on the pavement. “My boyfriend and I moved in together a couple of months ago,” she said quietly, twiddling her thumbs.
Careful not to make a habit of gesticulating with a weapon, Jase stuck his arms to his sides before settling next to Danielle, sat against the wall. With the sun just past its peak, he rested in the long, cool shadows for a moment, wiping his brow, staring at everything but Danielle as she spoke. “I see,” he replied, “And, er, where is your boyfriend?”
(Source: pregnancyinanapocalypse, via pregnancyinanapocalypse)
They came to rest some distance away, in a section of the city unknown to Jase. He panted lightly, measuring his breaths; a feeble distraction for the screaming ache in his legs. “That’s better,” he eventually noted, looking around and finding no walkers in sight. Their combined gasps for air hid any distant or concealed groans. “There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
She shook her head, still on her knees. Her body trembled, and she was slightly cold. She slowly got up on her feet, swallowing heavily. She looked at Jase head to toe, once again taking in his appearance. ‘He doesn’t seem to be dangerous…’ she thought to herself.
Jase thumbed his hunting knife, still on the lookout. “Have you been here long?” he asked. His voice sounded alien; awkward, jerky, rusty. Satisfied with their solitude, he let his arm drop, almost immediately regretting losing his greatest source of pockets.
(Source: pregnancyinanapocalypse, via pregnancyinanapocalypse)
