Mathers' Matters.

ooc: Well, guys… As much as I love this group (and trust me when I say I’m crying ‘cause of this) I have to say goodbye to you all. I tried my hardest to be online everyday. I did, and I stressed over it, faught with my mum (which I never do) had headaches and pretty much didn’t pay much attention to my classes for it. But I don’t have a computer of my own. I have limited time on the computer and my mum hogs it. Whenever I do have the computer I have to work on all the school things I haven’t done because I haven’t been able to because my mum doesn’t give it to me, and bloody hell, you have no idea how upset this makes me. I hope I can come back one day, if I’m welcome. But today I have to say goodbye.

Thank you for being so cool and welcoming and RPing with me and making my time here awesome. I shit you not when I sya I’m actualy crying. Rebecca became part of me in the short time I was here, and I hope one day I can come back as her again. Like I said, thank you. And I hope you all have fun in my absence. I love you all. And I promise as soon as I get my own computer I will come here everyday and be Rebecca again if you all let me. If you ever want to make a twitter group, contact me (http://www.twitter.com/aempathetic) and I’m in, I can be more in twitter than in tumblr since I have an ipod and echofon makes things easier. So yeah, Love to all!! Bye.

xoxo

Mel Romero a.k.a Rebecca Mathers.

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tj-austin:

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(Source: belovedmathers)

samantha-gray:

“I wouldn’t suggest touching a Oija board…” Sam muttered softly as she parted her hands before she dug at her nails to the point where they’d bleed. “I’ve studied that stuff… Oija boards only lead to trouble, they don’t summon spirits. They summon evil, if you will.” She explained in a calm tone, keeping her eyes glued to her hands. That was just another thing she’d read about and studied when she was alive, she was somewhat educated on any subject that fell under the paranormal category. “And it’s not so much my parents I want to tell, but my cousins. And they’re probably alive.” She bit at her lip slightly. ‘At least I hope they are…’

“Oh?” Rebecca said interested. Leaning in close only a little bit. The girl’s voice sounded like she knew what she was talking about, and Rebecca admired that. “Well, it sounds interesting. You seem to know a lot about these things. But…” She allowed her eyes to wonder around a bit in the room, as if she wondered if it was a good idea to say what she wanted to say. Still, she said it. “I still think it could be possible to let your cousins know you didn’t off yourself, y’know? In some way. If you wanted to.” Rebecca looked at the girl again and noded, a small smile on her lips. “I could help if you wanted.”

(Source: belovedmathers, via little-gray-ghost)

samantha-gray:

“I’m not as lucky as you’d think,” she said quietly, picking at her nails at the thought. “I go on everyday thinking about how I left them behind,” Sam let out a troubled sigh, though it barely broke the silence she let fill the air after she spoke. “I go on… thinking about how they thought my death was a suicide.” The girl had started to open up to this stranger, it may have taken a while, but she was surely becoming more talkative as time went on. “The newspaper said it was a suicide,” her gaze fell to hand hands as she picked at the cuticles on her nails. “It wasn’t. But they think that, and I wish there was a way to tell them…”

Rebecca’s head tilted a slight to the side as she heard the girl’s words. “What if you could? I mean what would you say?” She asked curiously as she fidgeted to get confortable on the couch. Why was Rebecca feeling so close to this girl? She had just met her. The little lost and broken butterfly. She thought as she finally found a confortable position. “Mayeb we could make your parents know it wasn’t a suicide, butterfly. I mean… I know they’re probably dead now, but.. who knows. there’s a Oija board downstairs. Maybe they’ll be there and…” Now she was saying what she hoped was true. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

(Source: belovedmathers, via little-gray-ghost)

Anonymous asked: just how many people are you having sex with?

As many as I can have it with.

Hidding actually exhausts me. I don’t get it. I’m here now. Out and about.

samantha-gray:

“I don’t know if guilty is the way to put it,” Sam let out a soft sigh and leaned back against the headrest of the couch, looking to the woman cautiously. “I guess in a way I feel guilty for coming here, leaving my family behind and whatnot…” She bit her bottom lip a few times, unsure of herself. She had a hard time explaining herself enough to Zinc, explaining her story and all… she wasn’t sure if she could really do it again. But of course it would probably get easier with time, talking of her death; regrets; guilt. All of it.

“Hmm.” Rebecca said with a smal smile, the smirk gone completely. She thought she felt jealous of the girl. Her voice always had a rough tone to it. But the roughness got more evident as her past haunted her. “You’re lucky that way. I mean…” She lifted her eyes to the girl’s “To ha a family to feel guilty for leaving. I didn’t have that.” Rebecca lifted a shoulder in a shrug before sitting up on the couch, crossing her legs one over the other and resting her back on the backrest of the couch. Thinking.

(Source: belovedmathers, via little-gray-ghost)

moiraoutthehouse:

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sawyer—wats0n:

Sawyer smirked in amusement over the reaction he received. He didn’t expect anything less but it still didn’t mean it wasn’t as entertaining as what it was. His hands stayed on her hips, squeezing at them playfully as he only rubbed up against her from behind as she pressed back into him. He exhaled lowly and ran his hands around to her front, tracing across the waistline of her skirt. He didn’t plan on kissing her neck or any of that overly nice stuff - that was reserved for Sydney despite their ‘no strings attached’ decision. He was just fucking, nothing less, nothing more. A quick, thought-free, fuck.

He couldn’t help but laugh at her words, eyes rolling as he let his hands travel around to her hips again before travelling up to play with her hemline. “You really think I’d miss out on this?” He questioned, sarcasm lacing his voice. “Madness, gorgeous.” He replied simply before finally giving up and turning Rebecca around to look at him.

“That’s right, it would be” Rebecca’s eyes looked directly at Sawyer’s. She could see in his eyes what she always saw in guys’ eyes. Lust and nothing more. She expected nothing less.

(Source: belovedmathers, via sawyer--wats0n-deactivated20120)