revenir

Salutations, those of the human and non-human race. My name is Rose Lalonde, but you may address me as whatever you see fit. I have a various amount of interests consisting of literature, wizards, and a few other things that aren't essentially crucial to acquire knowledge of.

I am currently 19 years of age, almost 20. I reside in a rather roomy apartment in New York City with my cat who I have recently obtained. I've decided on the name Tatum for her. Cute, right?

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semi-independent rose lalonde rp blog
may flow in and out of NSFW

magic anon status: N/A
relationships personal

initialsrl:

snowmanship:

initialsrl:

snowmanship started following you

Bonjour.

Ciao.

Salut.

Guten Tag.

initialsrl:

snowmanship started following you

Bonjour.

Ciao.

war-orphan:

Yep! I bet it’s real painful too! But if I ever run into the unlucky bitch I’ll be sure to put her out of her misery~! 

That’s thoughtful of you.
I’m almost positive she’ll appreciate it greatly.
Care to elaborate on how this “Skullgirl” came to be? What exactly are it’s intentions and/or objections? You’ve got me interested.

 

craving-pumpkins:

“Okay.”

You hover your hand over a card and turn it over. It’s a picture of a watermelon. You know you have this one, you remember exactly where it was before, which is unusual. You don’t normally remember much. You flip another over, and, surprisingly, it’s a match. You bite your lip and turn towards Rose, setting the match next to you. 

“Beginners luck?”

You can’t help but think she looks slightly nervous, but you kept this semi-useless piece of information to yourself. But in return, you cock a brow. “I’m impressed at your reminiscing skills, Jade.” And you were. Here you were, depicting her as a girl with horrid memory. But apparently you were wrong. You pick up the card that you had before- the cow. You indefinitely know where this one is placed now. 

Your arms outstretch again and- flip! There’s the card. Two cows. A match. You can’t help but give in to the smirk tugging at your features and screaming to be seen as you pick up both cards, placing them beside you. “Your turn.”

(Source: snowmanship)

mageofd00m:

When People Capitalize The First Letter Of Every Word In A Sentence

Say That To My Face Motherfucker Not Online See What Happens

bluejayproblems:

It’s pretty intense. Not a lot of people can pull it off, naturally.

Ha ha.

“Naturally”- care to elaborate? Are you saying you’re willing to teach people your extreme ways of driving mentioned golf cart?

That’s certainly altruistic of you.

craving-pumpkins:

“Ha, wow! I haven’t played memory in years,” not that you mind, it’s a fun game. You open the box, scattering the contents on the floor. The cards consist of animals and foods, all in cartoon-style. You turn the cards over until all of the cards have a picture of the word Memory and a red box on it. 

You look at Rose and smile. “You go first.”

“Alright,” you take this time to thoroughly analyze the placing of the cards, attempting to recall where she placed each one. You’re almost positive you got it- but you do not allow your smug look to cross your features, just in case you’re wrong. You flip one card over. A cow. Your hand extends and flips another one. A chicken wing. You sigh, flipping them back over. And you were so sure you had it, too! Oh well. 

“Your turn.” You flash a smile at her before reverting your gaze back to the cards.

(Source: snowmanship)