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Caboose gasped happily at the reaction he got from Church. "Awesome! I will go get them! I put them in a special hiding place so no one will never find them except me!" the private beamed happily, about to turn and skip off down the corridoor towards the barracks when he stopped to answer Churchs demand. "But Church! Then I will run out of cookies!" he screeched, horrified at the thought of his cookie supply draining out, and then being forced to eat the plain, boring biscuits that are stored in the canteen. He quickly forgot his troubles though, when the prospect of showing Church his stick collection popped back into his head. "Oh! Follow me! I will show you my stick collection! And you will be so jealous of all my sticks!"

"Oh, you know. Some are rectangles and some are triangles, some are donut shaaaped, some look like rocketshiips.. Donut makes the best cookies." Caboose grinned, nodding a couple of times as if to agree with himself.

Cabooses stomach rumbled with hunger as he thought…

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WONDERFUL REMINDER TO THE RVB FANDOM

April 1st, 2014 is our 11th anniversary. Rooster Teeth has never and WILL NEVER release joke stuff on that date.

That being said, Miles hid a message in his Morse Code thing that there’s something happening on that date.

Prepare for a trailer.

*end transmission*

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When No-one Touches Your Open RP

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42. Caboose

Prompt 42: Standing still. Set shortly after the season 11 finale.

"Tucker?"

No way. No way. There is no fucking way Caboose is standing in his doorway at oh-my-god in the fucking morning, especially not after the mess of bruises and the one maybe-cracked rib and the general emotional distress Tucker’s gone through today just trying to get his fucking squad to figure out how not to get themselves killed in a training exercise. Especially not after the way Kimball kicked his ass up and down the camp for having one of his squad land himself in the infirmary for fighting off-duty. There is absolutely no way in hell Caboose is standing there right now. Not happening, okay?

Caboose’s whisper is somehow even louder than his regular voice. “Tucker are you asleep?”

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Caboose looked down at Grif with raused eyebrows. "Uum...okay?" he mumbled, listening to the orders Grif gave him carefully. "Stop the mean lady, help best friend, got it!" the blue soldier bounded towards the door, before quickly glancing back at his hostage. "Don't go anywhere!"

He raced out of the base as quickly as he could, completely engrossed in his little mission. He ran along the dirt track over a couple of mounds of grass and dirt before the red base came into view. He paused for a moment and stared at the seemingly quiet base. It certaintly didn't look like there was a battle going on. After a few seconds, Caboose spotted a couple of figures on the roof of red base. They certaintly were not Church and Tex, their armor glinted red in the strong sunlight that beat down on the Gulch.

Caboose turned on his heels to head back to blue base, when he spotted two figures-Church and Tex, relaxing alongside Sheila to his right. The blue soldier hurried back inside the base, looking around for their hostage. "Grif?? I completed the mission! Blues are not attacking reds and reds are still alive!"

"Nooo, I think Tex wants to kill them, but Church is trying to calm her down. Shes very angry I think." Caboose mumbled as he took a step back from the orange soldier, watching him lay there with a sort of faint admiration.

"How do you sleep on the floor like that??...

#thelazyorangeone

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If I didn’t reply:

YEP I  missed it.

I’m still working on it.

I REPLY AT THE SPEED OF MOLASSES

If you ever want to roleplay:

Invade my inbox and scream at me.

I don’t bite… I cut people in half (sometimes)

Ask for a starter or just post one and tag me~ 

This goes for EVERYONE. If our characters don’t normally interact THEY WILL AND THEY WILL LIKE IT.

Random notes:

You are kind.

You are important.

You are smart.

I love you all <3.

And to those I don’t roleplay with:

We totally should.

To all roleplayers I roleplay with:

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I will write about the following. Leave one in my ask box:

Dear person I hate,

Dear person I like,

Dear ex boyfriend,

Dear ex girlfriend,

Dear ex bestfriend,

Dear bestfriend,

Dear Santa,

Dear Mom,

Dear Dad,

Dear future me,

Dear past me,

Dear person I’m jealous of,

Dear person I had a crush on,

Dear [future] girlfriend,

Dear [future] boyfriend,

Dear *anyone*,

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Friend: we have too many unfinished rps

Me: i know

Friend:

Me:

Friend:

Me:

Friend: so i have this idea for a rp

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I mean this. I’m not just saying a bunch of lies

#to all my followers

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How to be a great cosplayer

Are you having fun?

Are you nice to other cosplayers?

If you are, you are a great cosplayer. 

End of story 

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"A-uhh....umm....maaaybe." Caboose muttered, fiddling with his hands as nervous embarrassment washed over him. "I don't care! Shes so niiice! Lopez isn't good enough for her!" Caboose complained.

"Tucker! I need your help with something! Its a really important something!"

"Ugh…fine, what is it?"

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So my mom is convinced people over the age of 17-18 no longer roleplay. If you're 17+, would you reblog this so I can prove her wrong?

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Caboose perked up immediately when Tucker agreed to help him, smiling stupidly beneath his helmet. "Well, shes quite a big lady, but still really pretty and funny... She likes flowers, and clouds...and she likes to blow stuff up. Shes so nice." Caboose recited dreamily, his eyes glazed over in a daze.

"Tucker! I need your help with something! Its a really important something!"

"Ugh…fine, what is it?"

#soldierforlove

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"Oh, you know. Some are rectangles and some are triangles, some are donut shaaaped, some look like rocketshiips.. Donut makes the best cookies." Caboose grinned, nodding a couple of times as if to agree with himself. Cabooses stomach rumbled with hunger as he thought about cookies, the blue soldier shrugged off the weird feeling he got when talking about Donut's biscuits and instead decided to change the subject, for his stomachs sake. "Oh! Church! Have you seen my stick collection?? I have to show you my stick collection!" Caboose chirped with excitment, jumping up and down with anticipation. "There's brown sticks, and white sticks, and fat sticks, and small sticks! Oh and a blue stick! It pulses light sometimes!"

Cabooses face twisted into a muddled mirror of confusion and insecurity.

"You’re not happy…but glad?? But glad means happy…?? And you’re not happy! But…?!" he tried to figure out what Church meant to the best of his ability, but the contradicting answers only...

#aghostlyblue

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red vs blue gave me a reason to look forward to Mondays.

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"Crevice to the East."

"Crust is made with yeast."

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