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TESSA YOUNG, HARDIN SCOTT AFTER (2019) dir. Jenny Gage

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THE O.C. | 4x14 “The Shake Up”

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JUGHEAD JONES / summer vibes  ( x )

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INDEFINITE HIATUS NOTICE. I’ve never really been a low activity kind of person -- I’m always all or nothing. And since I don’t feel comfortable/healthy on tumblr right now, I’m just going to make this an official hiatus notice. I will be on discord for chatting/plotting/etc., but I won’t be replying to threads or anything here for a while. I don’t know if I’ll be back, and if I am, I don’t know when! But please feel free to message me for contact info outside of tumblr!

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“Damn, son. So is this like… like, goodbye?” “Goodbye, Johnny.”

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The first pride was a riot, more specifically a riot against police violence. Trans women of colour like Marsha P. Johnson paved the way for the celebration of pride today. You cannot celebrate your pride this month, or any month if you aren’t also supporting Black Lives Matter and the riots going on against police violence right now. Us white LGBTQ+ need to stand up for our black siblings and their rights, their struggles. We need to amplify their voices and show any support we can.

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SAWYER!   galaxiqs

sawyer  isn’t  used  to  wolves  she  doesn’t  know.  but  the  vibe  of  wolf  is  strong  around  her.  there’s  the  unknown  aspect  of  it  all  as  well,  causing  sawyer  to  be  on  edge  and  looking  around,  not  sure  what  exactly  was  happening.  she  paused,  tilting  her  head  to  the  side  at  the  man  she  didn’t  recognize,  ❝  you,  ❞  she  moves  herself  into  his  path,  not  bothering  to  care  about  how  strange  that  was.  ❝  no  offense,  but  you  reek  of  fear.  what  has  you  so  scared?  ❞     

He still wasn’t sure what others meant when they said they smelled emotions. Maybe he was still too new to this to be on that same playing field. He smelled things -- blood, french fries, dirt, perfume. But he didn’t quite understand what it meant to smell fear -- and he had far bigger things to worry about most of the time than trying to hone in that sense. Mostly his concerns were occupied with what would happen if the wolf threw a temper tantrum in the middle of the town in broad daylight. It seemed his furry little enemy could rear its ugly head at any moment, and holding onto control was everything to him. Green eyes were somewhat narrowed on her as she stepped in front of him, making it ever so obvious that they shared something in their DNA that was still unknown to most of the rest of the world. “Should I get you a neon sign instead? Do you want to keep your voice down a little?”

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JENNIFER!   manipulaetive‌

“Coach makes me take ‘em out for practices and games.” Probably for that exact reason. It’d definitely not be good if you ripped one out mid-game. “Once or twice when I’ve practised on my own, though. Hurt like a bitch.”

Smart, he thought. Although, there was something grotesquely funny about picturing the chaos that would come from an incident at the field during halftime. It might just knock over the cheerleaders’ little pyramid routine, which he had to admit would warrant a chuckle from him. “Don’t doubt it. Skateboard accidents -- maybe not quite the same, but it leaves its mark.”

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reblog this with what character you write and who your character would write if they were an indie roleplayer.

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  @naturallyglamorous SAID : Send me 😍 if your muse finds mine attractive.

Now it was commonly understood that Jughead Jones gave little weight of importance to physical traits. Rarely, if ever, did he comment on his friends’ appearances, except to mock and tease them with that unique brand of love he had. Yes, he was an acquired taste, and likewise his friends were all people he’d simply grown used to over the years, but it didn’t mean that he cared any less, or was capable of less love. It was just ... Different love. Some would never understand it, and he was alright with that. One of the many elements that were involved when it came to being Jughead Jones.

And so to hear those words slipping off Veronica’s painted lips only warranted a scoff at first. There was a weird little smile forming at the corners of his own mouth, green eyes alight with a devilish mischief. Usually, hearing such a thing would make him bolt in the opposite direction. But perhaps he was feeling a little more maniacal than usual, and when certain opportunities presented themselves to get the upper hand on Miss Lodge ... Well, he wasn’t one to turn them down.

“I think you might have just had a stroke, Ron. Do you have a fever? Are you smelling burnt toast? Should I call the morgue for you, just in case?”

Send me 😍 if your muse finds mine attractive + bonus points for dialogue !

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the musketeers: 29/∞

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hawaiian shirt + dark bags under eyes is a good look… it says yeah i would really love to be carefree and relaxed right now but certain circumstances have made that impossible

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ELENA!   missamericanaed‌

 she  chuckles,  shaking  her  head.  she  never  would  have  been  expected  to  go  to  such  extremes  in  mystic  falls.  she  almost  missed  it  sometimes.  and  then  she  realized  that  she  was  so  much  better  off  in  riverdale  —  who’d  have  thought  that  was  possible?  ❝  you  serious?  ice  my  feet?  jeez.  and  that’ll  help?  ❞  she  was  quickly  learning  that  things  in  riverdale  were  never  going  to  be  normal.  she  couldn’t  believe  mystic  falls  had  been  the  normal  place  she’d  lived.

"Call me crazy -- I’ve been called worse things,” he answered, wry smile forming on his lips, tweaking one corner of his mouth up higher than the other. Whether he was kidding or not was sometimes up for debate -- his jokes were often in the blurry area between serious and sarcastic, and his clever tone made it all the more mysterious. But he wasn’t a mysterious person, at least he didn’t think he was. He was blatantly himself, unapologetic about it. Shrugging one shoulder calmly, he pouted his lower lip in indifference. “Listen, Cheryl’s both bark and bite, but I wouldn’t worry about her. I mostly just tune her out.”

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MARY!   brideblooded‌

     “Very funny.” Where an ease in tension should have been sought, only more guilt stirred. Jughead is kind. he always has been to her despite an impossible appetite. One far too animal to be sated by a packet of sugar and carbohydrates. “Sweet of you to offer but I’m afraid I don’t have much of a craving for junk food.” 

“Yeah, figured.” An innocent shrug -- his humour didn’t solve many problems, and often caused more than not. Some didn’t appreciate his particular choice in timing, but that rarely deterred him. A pause as he contemplated with his head canted to the side. Ever a loyal friend, he was the one to offer practical solutions and empathy following a sarcastic remark like that. “What can I do to help? Need to break into a hospital and pull someone off life support?” More sarcasm, but bordered on sincerity this time. 

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Pride month starts tomorrow so I just want to remind you that if you don't support BLM and are complaining about 'riots' you are not allowed to celebrate pride month! The birth of pride was the Stonewall RIOTS, rebellion against police violence by black and brown women. There is no gay liberation without black lives. There is no trans liberation without black lives.

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ASPEN!    ashenbled‌

        𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓  𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏  𝐁𝐔𝐓bark  out  a  laugh,   ❝   now  that’s  just  trying  too  hard.  ━━━━   and  i  don’t  think  anyone  would  buy  it  anyway. ❞  the  statement  before  had  been   a   HALF-JOKE,    it  wasn’t  the  fear  of  ridicule,  she’d  learned  to  let  the  insults  bound  off  her  back  years  ago,  but  they  didn’t  need  more  gasoline  for  a  fire  that  still  simmered  with  embers.     ❝ although,  if  this  was  mean  girls,  it  might  start  some   fucked-up  coffee  spilled  trend.   ❞   she  laughed  again,  as  if  she  was  anywhere  close  to  being  regina  fucking  george.  

“Seize your narrative, however you want,” he said, a more veiled bit of advice than the little stuff he’d been spouting a moment ago. His brows waggled up and down teasingly. Truth was that he simply didn’t care what others thought, and didn’t think anyone else should either. Things like clothes had little meaning to Jughead Jones. The fashion industry was a money making machine built on humanity’s inability to be comfortable with itself and desire to take the easy way out. It was much easier to worry about your messy hair or if your eyeliner was just right or if your shoulders were broad enough rather than contemplate serious issues on the modern day docket. “Just don’t get hit by any buses today.”