// I get this weird feeling that like—maybe I shouldn’t have created this blog. ._. Like—I feel like other Glenns, that have been around are looking at me thinking like “great, more Glenn’s are popping up all of a sudden,” I’m not trying to like—steal the spot light, steal rp partners or whatever the hell. I don’t know. Ughh.
// I’ve had a headache for like the past 5 hours—I’m going to attempt to get some replies done.
I’d like to point out that there are a lot of roleplayers on Tumblr that have Autism, Aspergers ( like myself ), and/or dyslexia. Sometimes we have a hard time expressing ourselves and our characters, as well as understanding what someone is trying to convey through their writing. Be patient and understanding if your partner misinterprets something or has difficulty expressing what they want to write. ( Everyone misinterprets something at least once, it’s okay! No one’s perfect. )
And don’t be afraid to ask what your partners mean! I’ve had to ask plenty of times and my partners have always been very cooperative and great with explaining what I don’t understand.
It [ h u r t s ] every day —
the absence of someone who was
If I dont reply or I take ages to
- It’s drafted
- My mood doesn’t fit
- I’m trying to equal your perfection
- I’m braindead
- I lost the reply
- I’m easily distracted by something else
- All/some of the above
// Woah— I walk away from the computer for a few minutes to grab myself something to eat and I have 5 new followers. Wow, uhm—hey! Thank you so much for following me! I really appreciate it!
How do you stop being insecure?? I am driving myself fucking crazy. God I hate this.
Daryl started to pack up for the day trip he and his partner were scheduled to take. Normally his partner was Rick, but due to the fences broken he was busy fixing that. He finished loading up the car with the supplies they would need, the usual:Weapons, food, and a survival pack in case they were to get stranded. He heard a door slam and looked over to his left to see a figure walking towards him, “You wanna drive?”
His gaze had been cast earthward as he made his way through the prison, rounding the corner and slipping through the door making sure it was securely shut before a set of digits sifted through dark unruly tresses, relinquishing a sigh. Upon hearing that familiar gruff voice does his head lift to catch sight of Daryl loading up the vehicle of their necessities. Glenn gives a subtle nod in response to his question, “—Yeah, sure.” He murmurs, slipping into the driver’s side closing the door behind him as he promptly places the key in the ignition. Giving it a turn the engine comes to life with a low purr, castaneous hues watching as Daryl climbs into the passengers seat and once he’s situated Glenn applies pressure to the gas pedal and they’re off, driving through the first gate which was opened by Carl and then the second by Maggie. “Any, uh, particular place were headed?” He questions with a glance.