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Though he briefly considered offering that not everything had fish, Sam’s mention of tea caught his interest. Nathan nodded, thumb brushing the corner of his lips as a gentle reprimand. “That sounds wonderful. I’m afraid I’m a little hungry though, so I hope you won’t mind if I get a pastry to go with it.”

“It’s me…? Hell, it’s me. It really is me. You’re ruined.”

Sam’s eyes widened, looking down at the name on his arm and the stranger behind him. He was just minding his business on the subway and all of a sudden this guy was talking to him, not making sense. “I- what?” He asked, confused and looking around nervously.

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Nathan followed close beside the prince, thumb rubbing over the back of his hand. He couldn’t repress the little content grin on his face. A prince, interested enough to give him even a second glance… it was nothing short of a miracle. He stayed in comfortable silence with Charles, more than happy just to be near him.

"I'm not really looking for another mistake." -princesasshole

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Nathan frowned as he eyed the prince, unable to bite back a faint sense of hurt at being shot down so quickly. “Another mistake?” He repeated, head tipping to the side.

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Images of the architecture of Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia when it was the Capital of Bristish Virginia.     They vary from living history buildings that are open to the public and private residences.    Where reconstructed, they went back to the original plans and type of construction.   It is amazing to me that the primitive structures of Jamestowne were replaced by these elegant homes in Williamsburg in less than 100 years.

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Okay

TW Im not putting this under a Read More because that would be against what this post is about but TW here for anyone who does not want to read sensitive material.

You do not have to CONDONE these things. But CENSORSHIP and saying that people should censor or not even post certain material in a FANTASY setting like the RP community is only promoting ignorance. 

Lying about the TRUTH of the world is worse, these things DO happen. If you want your tumblr RP experience to be with rose colored glasses. Then don’t follow blogs that post sensitive material and UNFOLLOW and block if you want if they do. 

BUT telling someone they shouldn’t write this or that is CENSORSHIP there is a REASON we read banned books and advocate for them because CENSORING people is what creates an ignorant mass. 

SO do remember that muse =/= mun. That this world is full of terrible things and SHOULD I DARE to want to reflect that with my writing I WILL. That does not mean that I condone these behaviors or that I ENJOY them. It only means that I am trying to connect with the society I live in and understand the way people fit into it and THUS portraying my ideas to others in this manner.

So the world is full of RAPE and MURDER and PROSTITUTION and TORTURE and BLASPHEMY and ANY NUMBER of things. You cannot demonize people for writing them

OR YOU KNOW WHAT you can! Because me telling you not to would be censoring you. 

On my end of the spectrum it makes me VERY UNCOMFORTABLE when people deny the negative aspects of their characters through roleplay especially in the historical community. Because it’s erasing the realities of the situation. i.e founding fathers that owned slaves

AUs are fine. AUs in which your characters didn’t do those bad things they did are fine! But erasing history is what puts us back to square one. 

Back to censorship. I will NEVER unfollow because of squicky content or something your character does because HUMANS do terrible things. Watch the NEWS. My character on this blog OWNED upwards of 300 people. He was a rebel general that sent CHILDREN out on the front lines to fight his battles. I have no place to act like he is the saintly father of our country that people are brainwashed to see him as.

Unfollow blogs for your own sake if you must, if you have certain triggers put them in your rules and steer clear of blogs that might hinder your experience here. But my PERSONAL opinion is that telling people what they can and cannot write is UNFORGIVABLE. You are not the police, you are a person on the internet. 

This blog is against censorship. 

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Nathan chuckled softly and nodded. “I know of a nice Japanese restaurant.” Honestly, he would eat just about anything if it meant he could spend time with Sam. “It’s a little loud, but they have a hibachi grill.”

“It’s me…? Hell, it’s me. It really is me. You’re ruined.”

Sam’s eyes widened, looking down at the name on his arm and the stranger behind him. He was just minding his business on the subway and all of a sudden this guy was talking to him, not making sense. “I- what?” He asked, confused and looking around nervously.

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“I’m sure that I will.” He pulled out of his bow after a few seconds, only to be met with a kiss to his cheek that made him beam. Charles was entirely too cute, he quickly decided. After a moment of hesitation, as if silently asking if it was really alright, Nathan took his hand, lips pressing to his knuckles before he intertwined their fingers and let their hands fall by his side. He was small and soft, a strong contrast to his own lithe fingers.

"I'm not really looking for another mistake." -princesasshole

just a wasted talent @princesasshole​

Nathan frowned as he eyed the prince, unable to bite back a faint sense of hurt at being shot down so quickly. “Another mistake?” He repeated, head tipping to the side.

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Nathan breathed out shakily against his lips and nudged his legs apart. If there was anything good in their situation, it was that the rare times when they could be together were that much better. He would always think that Ben was beautiful, but whenever he was like this he was even more so.

“My roommate’s out of town. Want to stay the weekend?”

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“That depends…” He responded. “Is he going to come home half way through the weekend like last time? Because we almost got caught.”

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Was that too much? He seemed stunned…. Nathan cupped his cheek and rubbed over it, giving him an apologetic smile. Sam was so pretty, with his little scattered freckles. He could feel his cheeks warm as he looked down at him.

“It’s me…? Hell, it’s me. It really is me. You’re ruined.”

Sam’s eyes widened, looking down at the name on his arm and the stranger behind him. He was just minding his business on the subway and all of a sudden this guy was talking to him, not making sense. “I- what?” He asked, confused and looking around nervously.

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He held Sam's hand to his chest, clutching it as if he was scared he would disappear. "If you're free." He had so much to say, yet it didn't seem like he could make his tongue do as he wanted. Nathan's other hand lifted, pausing for a few seconds before he placed his thumb in Sam's chin and gently pulled his lip from between his teeth. "You'll split your lip doing that."

“It’s me…? Hell, it’s me. It really is me. You’re ruined.”

Sam’s eyes widened, looking down at the name on his arm and the stranger behind him. He was just minding his business on the subway and all of a sudden this guy was talking to him, not making sense. “I- what?” He asked, confused and looking around nervously.

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He mouthed over Ben's throat, a shiver running down his spine and leaving behind goosebumps. It had been too long since he was with him, in both senses of the word. "What do you want me to do, gorgeous?" Nathan lifted his head to look up at him, only able to break contact for a moment before he was kissing him again.

“My roommate’s out of town. Want to stay the weekend?”

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“That depends…” He responded. “Is he going to come home half way through the weekend like last time? Because we almost got caught.”

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Nate knew that he was pushing his luck, but just once he wanted to leave a mark that others would see. Just once. Surely no harm could come from just once. His fingers tangled in Ben's hair, giving it a little tug. "You sound beautiful," he whispered as he nipped along his jawline. "Say my name?"

“My roommate’s out of town. Want to stay the weekend?”

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“That depends…” He responded. “Is he going to come home half way through the weekend like last time? Because we almost got caught.”

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Nathan brought his hand to his lips, giving it a firm squeeze. Honestly, he wasn't sure quite how to act either- he had dated before, but this seemed like a special case. If the closeness didn't bother Sam, it certainly didn't bother him. "Do you want to go to dinner?" He suggested softly.

“It’s me…? Hell, it’s me. It really is me. You’re ruined.”

Sam’s eyes widened, looking down at the name on his arm and the stranger behind him. He was just minding his business on the subway and all of a sudden this guy was talking to him, not making sense. “I- what?” He asked, confused and looking around nervously.

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His eyes seemed to light up. Sam liked him, then, right? Sam liked him... the tension in his shoulders melted away and he rubbed a thumb over his wrist. "I would love to." Nathan bit his lip to keep himself from grinning too wide and making his cheeks hurt.

“It’s me…? Hell, it’s me. It really is me. You’re ruined.”

Sam’s eyes widened, looking down at the name on his arm and the stranger behind him. He was just minding his business on the subway and all of a sudden this guy was talking to him, not making sense. “I- what?” He asked, confused and looking around nervously.

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Nathan closed his eyes at the touch. It was beautiful, dizzying, the first touch from his soulmate.... he didn't want him to ever stop. "I'm not," he murmured as he lifted a hand to hold Sam's wrist. He had been coming home from work, suitcase in tow.

“It’s me…? Hell, it’s me. It really is me. You’re ruined.”

Sam’s eyes widened, looking down at the name on his arm and the stranger behind him. He was just minding his business on the subway and all of a sudden this guy was talking to him, not making sense. “I- what?” He asked, confused and looking around nervously.

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He flushed slightly at Charles' laughter but offered a good-natured smile. He highly doubted the laughter was meant in any offensive way. "I don't, so that sounds lovely." Nathan wasn't exactly sure that to do, even though he would have very much liked to just hold his hand- surely that wasn't appropriate to do with a prince- so he simply have an exaggerated bow and a motion for him to lead the way in the hopes that it would appear charming.

"I'm not really looking for another mistake." -princesasshole

just a wasted talent @princesasshole​

Nathan frowned as he eyed the prince, unable to bite back a faint sense of hurt at being shot down so quickly. “Another mistake?” He repeated, head tipping to the side.

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His stomach did a little backflip when Sam turned to face him. He wasn't a very nervous man, but damned if his heart wasn't going a million miles an hour right now. How else would he have responded when meeting the person he was going to spend the rest of his life with? Offering a warm smile, Nathan tugged down the collar of his shirt, wordlessly flashing him the name along his collarbone.

“It’s me…? Hell, it’s me. It really is me. You’re ruined.”

Sam’s eyes widened, looking down at the name on his arm and the stranger behind him. He was just minding his business on the subway and all of a sudden this guy was talking to him, not making sense. “I- what?” He asked, confused and looking around nervously.

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Nathan hadn't set out to find him, and he didn't really make a habit out of looking for people's marks. He had just happened to look over this guy's shoulder and catch "Nathan Hale" in a plain font on his arm. "Oh, sorry." He laughed awkwardly. "I must seem like a crazy person."  He reached around the smaller man to place a finger on the name marking his skin. "That's my name," he explained softly. "Are you Samuel? Samuel Seabury?"

“It’s me…? Hell, it’s me. It really is me. You’re ruined.”

Sam’s eyes widened, looking down at the name on his arm and the stranger behind him. He was just minding his business on the subway and all of a sudden this guy was talking to him, not making sense. “I- what?” He asked, confused and looking around nervously.