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    • Half roleplay blog, half snark, half personal blog, and three fourths shit that amuses me.

    Expect to see: Homestuck, Pokemon, MLP, Ace Attorney, porn, minor amounts of political rambling, Doctor Who, Zelda, webcomics, shipping, smut, and copious amounts of snark.

    I also roleplay as four aged up lesbians. I focus primarily on Rose Lalonde, now 23 years old and in her fourth year of college at Vassar.

    Problem? Too bad.
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    |084 notes| Monday, Feb 2 at 12:24 pm
    via fine-wine-and-black-lipstick (originally fourlesbianssuited)

    Anonymous asked: qurl you should go have makeouts with yo mom. it’d be so haaaaawt

    fine-wine-and-black-lipstick:

    fourlesbianssuited:

    Perhaps, but until such time, we shall have this tradition, and keep it going strong.

    Rose: Knock back another martini. Like a boss.

    Obviously you do it like a boss. Were you not listening to that whole spiel about Lalondes being in charge?

    The vodka must flow, and where we go from here, who knows? Likely Vi x Rose.

    Indeed. It will be a strong tradition worthy of emphasis on strength. You could say this tradition is incredibly…

    D—> STRONG

    >Acknowledge Rose’s masterly drinking of the alcohol.

    You acknowledge it fondly, feeling your heart flutter with joy at what a fine woman she has become. And perhaps some other feelings that exemplify joy of another nature. Or maybe not. Who knows? Certainly not them. All they knew was that they were getting drunk.

    And about to engage in the most boss makeout of all time.

    The STRONGEST, naturally.

    Rose: Note how attractive the senior Lalonde is.

    Of course she is attractive: She is a Lalonde. And Lalondes are always incredibly classy and sexyfine. So it is no small wonder that you find yourself gravitating towards her, slipping closer and pouring two more drinks.

    Another Martini, mother?

    And perhaps a quick kiss or three?