It's all about the money!

slime-ler:

i dont think this will work out

but im posting it in my own boredom

slime-ler:

Doki? Hehe, you humans make up silly words!

Though, if you’re referring to that one feeling in my chest…Um…!

slime-ler:

Ooh, you’re a pretty skinny one!

But, still good!

*CHOMP*

pyro-ler:

Looks like I’m participating in this gay school program.

My rules are, don’t touch me, don’t talk to me, and don’t try being ‘cute’ and fucking with me during class.

My grades mean too much for me—don’t fuck it up. Or else my mom will take away my lighter, and even worse, she’ll be mad at me. Just don’t.

Okay, I’m only going to fucking say this ONCE.

pyro-ler:

[[My character has a design, which means I decide how he acts, what he does, how he looks, what-fucking-ever.

But when I get shit about rping with a certain person—INNOCENTLY. I’m STILL getting hatred for even talking to them.

Stop.

Call my character a whore all you want. I. DON’T. CARE. But when you go as far as to attack MY FRIEND’S mod, her friend, AND ME about it then you must have a fucking mental illness or radiation going on in your head.

Busey, don’t bring me into this bullshit with Broadway. People ship certain people. THEY CAN DO IT IF THEY WANT.
MY ONCE-LER MUSE IS NOT A REAL PERSON.

MY RPS ARE NOT REAL EVENTS THAT OCCUR IN REAL LIFE.

I could give two-shits about what someone decides rpwise. Hell, I feel no remorse or “pain” whatsoever when someone “rejects” Pyro.

God help me I could care less.

I have my own life, you have yours.

The whole point is is that

I’m allowed to do whatever the hell I want with Pyro

I can rp with whoever I damn well please

You have no right to attack anyone for doing what they like in rping

REALIZE THAT ROLEPLAY IS NOT REAL

Roleplay is meant to get your mind off of real life. Hiding behind a mask of something you wish you could be. Meeting new friends—and improving your writing.

Getting words out that nobody in real life bothers to listen to.

And you go and ruin that happy place by sending hate, getting angry over someone’s blog, or for even what they like.

Guys.

Stop attacking Broadway, me, and Busey.

Busey, you stop getting angry over what my character does. I feel that I should say you don’t deserve those anons, but stop. Broadway mod can do what she wants with Broadway, I can do what I want with Pyro.

That’s it.]]

yazi and I are playing transformice. If you want to play with us, the room name is; alfredsplayhouse »

pyro-ler:

[[Alright assholes. You see this?
This isn’t funny.
It’s not cool.
It’s not amusing.
It’s not in any way positive.
This is fucking bullshit. I thought tumblr was a place where we all got together and /learned how to connect./ With our likes, hates, this and that.
This isn’t what tumblr is supposed to be used for.
This isn’t fucking 3rd grade. We don’t bully each other like little children on a schoolyard.
What do you accomplish from this?
Nothing.
Apparently some of you have never heard of manners. The fact that you hide on a little grey faced icon makes me cringe in annoyance and pure hopelessness that our future will be any better.
I want this to stop.
If you want to get a point across to someone, you don’t message them rude/hurtful things anonymously.
People take things seriously when you speak face-to-face.
Wow. Just.
If one of my followers are the anon above, I want you to go to my page, and unfollow me. I don’t want you to be a part of my situation, here.
All you are is a useless piece of trash that hurts the humanity even more.
I usually don’t get involved, but this was on my /friend’s tumblr./
I happen to care for this person a lot, and—Alex, I’m so sorry you got this.
Just. One day. I hope things will get higher.]]