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im still alive bbs, just lowkey busy

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i have exams at the moment, hence the inactivity ♥︎

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RP is a Partnership

Note to my RP partners:

Please do not be afraid of moving the story along. What I mean by that is it’s OK for you to get an idea from what I’ve written and take the plot into a new direction or to enhance the old. If you’re nervous, or afraid, that you’ll upset me, you can always send me a message to check if it’s OK to do the thing.

I play with you, because I want to, and I trust your creative instincts. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be doing threads with you, plotting with you in asks and on Skype. If we’re playing, I want us to be equals, and I don’t want you to take a backseat to me.

I need you to share the story with me. Think about it like Pacific Rim.

RP is a partnership. If you don’t work with your partner, you can’t move the big damn robot. You can’t save the world from the giant monsters, and you cannot tell a story. If only one half of the partnership is moving, the robot will walk in circles, get tired and break down. You’ll lose the partnership, and the story will die.

Don’t let this happen. Be a partner. Tell the story together.

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starter for @diorgalore​

he was making anything but a fashion statement. rubbish bag in one hand, collecting junk that littered the ground with the other. banana peels, plastic bags, and a bin metres to his left. ( how lazy are school students, truly ). the bell would ring, people would flock, and the number of disgusted looks facing his way would make him detest his friends. they’d placed him in this position –– probation, clean a school! –– they’d faced little to no consequences for their part in the problem. and yes, he was deserving. yes, he wasn’t mad about being in this position. but it was tedious, exhausting, irritating work. and he struggled to carry on; especially as the bell rang again. as the students flocked from classes. as his job became ten times more difficult. “ you mind? ” he’d asked one –– a girl, pretty –– and despite being irritated, being exhausted, there was a calmness to his voice. “ you’re standin’ on a gum wrapper. ”

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degeneratemaidens:

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another day have passed and just like expected, they had completely nothing in common. it’s not like delilah wasn’t trying to give these people her mother keeps on setting her up with a chance but they’re just not compatible. moreover, she wasn’t really looking to settle down yet– she just can’t tell her mom no because it would break her heart and that’s something she doesn’t want to do to her mother. the only comfort she had right now was that her best friend would be home to listen to her rant about her rough day again. finding the door unlocked, the brunette just barged into his place ( they have reached that level of friendship already ) and dropped herself dramatically on his couch. “i give up– i don’t wanna go out on another date anymore. ever,” she stated, punctuating the last word.

another beer was being taken from the fridge, being uncapped with a bottle opener, being sipped carefully at, when the door slammed open. and ryan barely even shook, because it had become habitual by now. he even left the door open simply so that he didn’t have to stride over and open it. ( the epitome of laziness, it must be ). delilah had raged on through, ravenous and searching for blood. his sofa, which he’d planned on sitting on himself, now inhabited by her lounging. yet he couldn’t find a complaint slipping past his lips. rather, ryan calmly said, “ make yourself comfortable, ” the sarcasm etching through like it had found a new home. and then he moved to stand near her, holding out the newly opened beer. “ need some? ” ( because he, in a similar case, would be downing a bottle in an instant. )

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i’ve run out of internet for the month, sadly. but i’ll be able to pop online and do replies in a few days.

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can everyone writing about the final episode of the 100 pls understand that the actors and writers have constantly said bellarke are just friends. calm your hearts. thanks.

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spectrcm:

@crushedpctals ( murphy ) → starter call !

          “I heard you, you know,” he suddenly said, hanging behind the rest of the group a couple of steps, his gaze side-glancing for a moment.  He hesitated.  “Another bunker?  Do you really think you can survive there?”

there was an itch within john murphy, one that sought clasping emori by the hand, running to the bunker and locking themselves inside. that would be survival. eight mouths to feed would not. but maybe he’d grown, because his feet were carrying along beside his companions –– those who he wouldn’t have hesitated to hurt years before –– some inch of his body holding onto loyalty rather than selfishness. murphy was murphy, nonetheless, and there was none of this loyalty in his words when he answered such curiosity. “ we’d at least survive better THERE than we would in the black rain. ” ( a sigh, as if it was tiring him to speak. almost as much as it tired him to live. )

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Ashley Moore photographed by Aris Jerome

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It’s fun to get away from myself for a while when I take on these roles that have very different personalities from my own. I get to say things I normally wouldn’t say or act in ways I normally wouldn’t act. After all, such roles are more challenging because you really have to immerse yourself in the character.

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softstouch:

i want historical drama plots. i want wwi and wwii. i want vikings taking over a village. i want a family struggling to make ends meet during the great depression. i want a flapper and a wolf on wall street in the roaring twenties. i want arranged marriages. i want 1800s plots. i want pioneers. i want salem at the peak of the witch age. i want pilgrims. i want everything. GIVE IT TO ME.

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im honestly considering making another blog for my murphy muse bc he’s so difficult to maintain here

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Lily Collins attends the ‘Okja’ screening during the 70th annual Cannes Film Festival at Palais des Festivals on May 19, 2017 in Cannes, France.

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I think, at the end of the day, age is just a number. It’s like, in real life, I’ve got friends who are dating someone their age or dating someone who’s twice their age, and they’re equally in love.

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Just because you are an actor, you are not immediately an activist. But if you do have the platform and the opportunity to speak out, then I think it is your civic duty - especially right now - to be on the right side of history. We only have so long on this planet.

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starter for @fakedfun

it was an adventure in itself, trying to find ivy hughes amongst the streets. she’d be hiding among the strangest of places; storerooms, beach caves, the crooked end of an alleyway. all for that ounce of peace and quiet. she was propped on the roof of a chinese restaurant today, eyes looking out to sea in a melodramatic form of nostalgia. smoke winding from the cigarette held carefully between two fingers. and she was not, it seemed, alone. “ i can hear your breathing, babe. ” she didn’t turn, because that would ruin the serenity of it all. rather, she huffed another breathe of the smoke, pausing breathlessly, questioning gently. “ you want something? ”