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            I love one (1) man.

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By all means break the rules, and break them beautifully, deliberately and well.

Robert Bringhurst (via wordsnquotes)

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don’t tell me “you can’t do that” ‘cause I will do that

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they’re just not that into you: tumblr rp edition

So we need to talk about things, we do.

I keep seeing people complaining about feeling ignored. And some weeks I feel ignored, too. And sometimes I talk to people who have tried to say ‘no thank you, I’m not interested’ in 546378 different ways, and people take that as ‘I need to be more creative and persistent’.

It’s time we were honest;

Sometimes, an RPer is just not that into you.

They are begging for threads when it’s their turn on replies. They have a wishlist but they turn you down when you ask. Communication has drawn to a halt. You start every message with ‘hi sorry to bother you’. You nudge them repeatedly and they are unresponsive.

… they are just not that into you.

Here are some reasons why this might be the case:

You’re trying to write yourself into their background and it doesn’t work well with their headcanons.

Your writing styles are just unmeshy things. Oil. Water. Bam.

They don’t agree with some aspect of they way you play your character (and this doesn’t make you wrong; just incompatible). <– especially canons tbh. We all see them differently. Which is great.

They don’t mesh with some aspect of the way you run your blog generally - more ooc than they are comfortable with, too much negativity about fandoms, characters, ships or people, too many photos of your stamp collection.

Your styles clash. One of you likes heavy formatting and structure and the other likes things plain.

What you initially discussed is not unfolding right for them.

They just don’t feel it.

They have a lot of threads and they don’t want to cut down on others for one they’re lukewarm about.

None of these things are likely to be the case:

They hate you.

They think you suck.

This is NOT about ‘quality’ (i hate that word being used around here). It’s about compatibility.

Let me ask you… can you really enjoy a thread knowing you had to harass someone into it? I doubt it.

I am not talking about people who take a little longer than usual to reply, because our lives fluctuate. Or people who have long breaks (hooray, they have lives!). I mean when someone is around a lot and it’s just a constant impasse. Or your messages never get answered.

This does not mean you are a bad RPer. This means one thing: You are not compatible with the other writer.  That is all, and it doesn’t reflect badly on you, or on them.

If someone goes on a date and it flops, we don’t blame them, right? And they can still be friends, or civil, or leave on okay terms.

This is a huge world. Really there are thousands of us. It sucks when someone you want to RP with just doesn’t seem that interested. But someone else will be interested. Stop chasing people who aren’t. It will be easier for you both.

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I will seriously never get tired of you talking about how great your boyfriend/husband is or how great your girlfriend/wife is. There’s way too much cultural emphasis on negativity and this expectation that you’ll be constantly snarking at your SO or trashing them behind their back all the time. We off that “my girl’s a nag/my man’s so dumb” shit

Normalize👏🏾healthy 👏🏾loving👏🏾relationships👏🏾

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My kink is people underestimating me and ending up wrong and embarrassed

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moonpleaded replied to your post:            Hey so shameless promotion of a writing...

omg i used grammarly in high school & i loved it

I love it so much already because it’s helped me eliminate unnecessary buts, ands, etc. that I didn’t realize I was using in places they didn’t need to be (accidentally creating double-negatives or an incomplete comparison) so I’m mindblown.

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           Hey so shameless promotion of a writing tool aside but I’ve recently started to use a Chrome extension called Grammarly and this thing is awesome, it’s completely helped me with spelling, punctuation, and grammar (of course) while also going several steps beyond your typical spellcheck----it’ll help you rephrase sentences to make things less dull / repetitive without losing the original message’s definition, unlike the struggle with flipping through a thesaurus, and it’ll even help show you why a word is better than another for your specific writing! I’ve loved it so far, though I will say if you have a lot of applications running it may slow down your typing a little as it checks for errors, I’m fairly sure its got settings somewhere to help fight off any lag. EITHER WAY, the roleplay community should definitely check this one out! It’s free!!

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well, well, well, if it isn’t the feelings i’ve been trying to avoid 

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manaborn replied to your post

gives a bow tie for the accomplishment

firstly I’d like to thank my mom and dad for getting me here----

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You know what it’s dangerous about you? It’s not that you make people take risks, it’s that you make them want to impress you. You make it so they don’t want to let you down. You have no idea how dangerous you make people to themselves when you’re around. The Vampires of Venice (s5 e6) countdown to season 11: 6/?

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MISSY FREEZES, her grab becomes weak to let him release as she starts breathing as he said. staring at him. trying to calm down. pretending she tries, but these are details who cares about them now? after a pause and some deep breaths, missy puts her hands down awkwardly; fingers crumple the skirt. she still plays her role; of course, she does. it would be much more boring without it. “ it was a crash. ” because of her. “ well, we’re pretty lucky to be alive after the landing. ben’s the only one who’s unconscious. he’s bleeding, but… there’s another reason. ” missy leans closer, lowering her voice to whisper. “ something’s going on here. ”

she closes her eyes with another deep breath, pressing her fist against her lips. this plan was almost perfect, except the fact that there is something going on and her TARDIS needs the repair. missy just wanted to steal something from the ship and now she pretends like she is part of the crew. well, now the doctor is here and it is going to be interesting. “ we just want to get out of here as soon as possible. ” lips pursed, missy shakes her head and draws her attention to the TARDIS. “ is that your ship? ” she frowns immediately. “ I saw you came out, but it doesn’t look like one. ” hands on her hips, missy tries her best to show the doubt. “ are you even able to pick us up with it? ugh, don’t tell me you’re not, who are they sending then?! ”

             Improvising, the Doctor redirected his limited reach and instead held onto her during her frantic grabbing and proceeded to scan not with sonic technology, but a little taste of an old trick. Hints of deception laced within the moments of contact she carelessly gave him, fingers seeking to grasp upon her forearm as she eventually relinquished her hold of him----all managed to give the Doctor more information for his curious mind to read. Brief, yet fulfilling enough, he was able to determine she was an awful liar, and possibly... a threat to the survivors safety (and his own ... maybe). Did he detect familiarity ...? Hang on----ah, no, he lost his hold! Swiftly, he fell back into step with this apparent charade, concern still masking the quickness of his discovery. Who knew a simple crash and a distress signal he just happened to hear would turn into something already new and intriguing. Yet, this woman seemed to have even more to tell----something was going on, yes, that was certain.

          ❝ Let me check on your friend Ben, first, ❞ the reply to her desire to leave came naturally, as he’d still mention the injured before acting otherwise in more civil matters, the priorities remained the same. The Doctor fashioned a smile for her, moved to pass her, and quickly approached the sprinkled dazed crewmembers among the wreckage. Though the TARDIS doors were shut once he had exited, he didn’t quite feel at ease allowing this strange deceiver too much time near the ship, and therefore kept his pace urgent.

          ❝ She’ll fit us all, don’t worry! ❞ the quip over his shoulder was directed towards her exasperated doubt in the TARDIS, accompanied with a low fretting hum whilst he drew his sonic screwdriver to properly diagnose the fallen injured man presumably known as Ben. An added murmur (something’s going on...) as he observed the shrapnel embedded within his left calf, however, was more to himself than for any nearby ears. Non-fatal, no life threatening damage, barely a concussion, lucky him, and he could stop the bleeding fairly easy within the TARDIS medbay. But first...

          ❝ Where’s your ship? ❞ He jumped up from his crouched position and twirled to face her again----a clap of his hands once his sonic was stowed, yes, it was really a shot in the dark. A fishing question to see what answer she could make of it, seeing as she screamed something like a stowaway or thief, someone that hadn’t originally been on the wrecked ship, or at least hadn’t planned for it. Whoever she was, she was more interesting than whatever else happened to be going on around them, so the comment was worth the risk of being utterly wrong. He’d just sound like an idiot, otherwise----that was easy enough to flow with.

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          ❝ ----right, you’ve done this a few times, haven’t you? ❞ Apparently, there was no need to blabber about some lie to blend i----...well... not necessarily----... at the very least, there was no need to dig out his psychic paper for a flash of whatever happened to convince this unconvinced young man that he was perfectly normal. Yes, glad he dodged that boring bullet.

          ❝ I suppose I could hop back in for a quick change of time periods----could I have a name, though? Because you seem completely fine about all of this, whoever you are, which is actually good, you know, you’re good, but----... nothing, really?! ❞ 

             ❛  I don’t want to point out the obvious,  but there is a great chance that you will stand out looking like this.  ❜   He makes a quick wave with his hand and to match the tone of his voice,  a knowing look is fixed on his face,  dissolving only when he glances over his shoulder in case someone passes by and spots them.   ❛  Unless it’s what you want,  of course,  but in that case I’m not sure I can help you…   Not with Arthur on my back,  at least.  ❜

♡  for  @eleventhy​.

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          The Doctor leaping into his own time stream to save Clara caused irreversible damage to him----in subtle, yet insidious ways... terribly intense migraine-like pains being the first symptom beyond general discomfort to appear. However, memory collapse carried on behind the scenes, a dense fog drifting across certain scenes of his past lives as he tore through his own timeline in search of Clara, then clambered & ripped his way back out with her in tow----he remains vaguely unaware of the expanse of this damage, though there will be things Clara herself will remember happened to him via her echoes that the Doctor will no longer be able to specify (a ripple effect reaches past & future versions of him, experiencing a similar pulse of pain & forgetfulness) & it takes hold as a tip-of-the-tongue frustration he hides & immediately blows off as a sign of his older age. By the time Clara’s teaching classes at Coal Hill School, the Doctor has rested & wholly masked & tried to dull the consequences, doing the most to appear happy & unaffected once they’ve seen each other following the events of Trenzalore.