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to anyone who still follows me, this is me saying that i’m somewhat back. i just had to take a (really long) mental health break and i’ll be completely revamping/bringing in new charas soon :)

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╰ ° ☆ — ᴏᴘᴇɴ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ !!

╰ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: m/f/nb ╱ ᴘʟᴏᴛ: after sneaking out, he runs into your muse and asks for a favor  ╱ ᴍᴜsᴇ: larkin valdemar !!

Larkin had been underwhelmed with the whole stifling nature of the first few weeks of reform school that he’d been sent to under his grandparents’ surveillance ever since his father had split from the picture and his mother has essentially gone ‘crazy’. It had been a colorful time for the youth, with his connections to some of the rather seedy and unknown people in the big city that he’d been forced to call home. But, it wasn’t a home… not what he envisioned a home was, that is. A home had space for living. He remembered his grandparents’ apartment was small so he was used to the “living” quarters that he was given to sleep and unfurl his long limbs in. It was still a disappointment though. And, only after two weeks in, Larkin had decided that he was going to start trying to sneak out during the nights when security was less apparent. It had been easier than expected, but Larkin knew how to move like a shadow and used it to his advantage. Slipping his silhouette through the night, he found himself drawn back to the milky lights of city. Once he heard word of a nearby party, he decided to make an appearance and strolled through the door in his dark street clothes. The music was loud and the air reeked of weed, but it was familiar and it was free. He made his way over to the arrangement of bottles of various liquors and, out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone he knew as his ex-boyfriend. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” He said, ducking in front of someone. “Pretend that you’re talking to me, okay? I just saw my ex over there,” He winced lightly. “But, I know he won’t approach me unless I’m alone. I really don’t want to deal with his pompous bullshit tonight,” Larkin explained. “—I’m not above begging?” He chuckled dimly because he actually was above begging, but he wouldn’t let the stranger in front of him know that.

To say the least, it had been a long week. From the back to back shifts, taking care of his sisters, meeting his probation officer, and the random behavior checks, Angel was drained by the time Friday rolled around. It didn’t bother him as much as it did before, but he would have been saying the complete opposite a year ago. At this point, it was merely a schedule of sorts. Wake up, do what he was ( legally ) required to do, and sleep. Rinse and repeat. And as long as he didn’t screw it up, he would be fine. That being said, the literal last place he should have been was a house party. He can’t tell you why he’s there, because his probation agreements strictly prohibited him from smoking, drinking, and essentially everything that happened at parties that resulted in inebriation. And for the moment, he was following that rule; his tall, slender figure leaning against the wall with his hands shoved in his pockets firmly, almost as if he were trying to prevent them from picking anything up. His eyes scanned across the room, watching as everyone enjoyed themselves. It was as if he were living vicariously through them. And even if he wasn’t aware of it, he definitely was. But this only lasted all of fifteen minutes before he a mumbled a ‘screw this’ and prepared himself to leave –– until another male approached him. He only listened with furrowed brows as the other rattled off his reasons. “I won’t really have to pretend if you think about it,” Angel mused with a grin. “We are talking.” Angel raised his head to look around at his fellow party-goers to see if someone was looking in their direction, only to give up a second later because, well, he didn’t know who or where to look for thanks to the abundance of people. “No, please, don’t beg, it’s fine. I’ll cover for you.” He shook his head as he spoke, almost laughing from the stranger’s words. “I don’t know, it might just be me, but seeing an ex warrants a reason to leave. They ruin the whole mood as soon as it starts.”

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can we… like… make being nice… trendy on tumblr… rather than being unnecessarily mean… just a thought

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mistletoc:

           ❝ don’t call me ‘sweets,’ ❞  maia chirped back, taking offense at the condescending tone from the girl in front of her, even though she had absolutely no right to be angry with her for anything. she was mostly frustrated that she was being forced to face one of her biggest mistakes head on – something she normally was able to avoid.

                                                                    — LATER THAT NIGHT —

          maia threw her backpack onto the only remaining empty mattress in the cabin. there’d been a mix-up with her file during check-in, and they had to put her on a “waitlist” for a bed, since someone in administration had forgotten to assign one to her. she was tired, already covered in mosquito bites, and irritated. forcefully, she shoved her sleeping bag down on the mattress and began to smooth it out, creating an acceptable bed. finally, she hopped down onto the bed and sat cross-legged, settling down with her journal. there was time to kill before they needed to go to the mess hall for dinner; most people were out by the lake enjoying their first sunset in the woods, but maia wasn’t in the mood. she wasn’t feeling camp like she used to. after she’d written a couple of pages about the awful experience she’d had on this first day, she heard someone enter the cabin. maia glanced up, ready to strike up a conversation with one of the strangers she’d be sharing the cabin with for the rest of summer. but instead, she saw a familiar face. ❝ fuck no, ❞  maia cursed, eyes locking in on natalie. the girl dropped her journal beside her, pages still open. ❝ you aren’t staying in this cabin, are you? you said you could make sure this wouldn’t happen. ❞

it hadn’t even been a full twenty four hours, and natalie had already begun to regret ever coming back for another summer. she’d started to wish that she’d taken a job a little more normal, and less people-oriented; like being a pet groomer, or something. but there was no use in thinking of the past, and as she sat there, desperately trying to make the minutes go by as the campers ran amuck for the next fifteen minutes until dinner was served, she noticed something. after sneaking a look at another counselor’s list, it almost surprised her how fast she headed into the direction it told her to go.

natalie had stood in the door frame for a while, not entirely sure on three things: one, what she should say, two, whether she should say anything at all, and three, why the hell was she here when she made it abundantly obvious that she wanted nothing to do with maia. her decision on all of those answers were cut short once the girl had spotted her, causing natalie to exhale a heavy sigh and cross her arms. “cool your jets, maia. and no, i’m not. that was taken care of. you’re welcome.” natalie said somberly, her tone lacking any indication that she was here for a fight. she gestured towards the mattress the girl was sitting on. “the bigger concern here is that. you don’t have a bed. does your counselor know?”

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it’s been forever since i’ve been on smh but i’ll try to do replies in a little while~

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i really want a plot where muse a and muse b both go to a private school and muse a is really studious and innocent like never been kissed type thing and muse b got kicked out of their old school for for sleeping with a teacher and one day muse b sees muse a in the hall and is like ‘i’m gonna make it my mission to corrupt them’ and yeah 

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one time i was at a nightclub and it was really dark and i met a guy and we didnt really talk he kind of just like guided me to the dance floor and we grinded on eachother and made out and he whispered wanna go to my place in my ear and i was like yeah ok so we went outside to get a cab and we looked at each other in the light of the streetlight and he turned out to be my bio. teacher and he literally sprinted away

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this is for science. but like (or reblog, idc) if you’re willing to rp with kpop AND western muses. cause i have a hard time finding accounts that are willing to rp with both.

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Steven Yeun Discusses Dark Parts Of “Sorry To Bother You”

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rosebcd:

aella had watched the male for the past few weeks, honestly wondering why he took so long to come say hi. it wasn’t like she was intimating or anything, she was tiny and quiet. there were times when he entered the store that he never really looked at any books. he only pretended as his gaze was usually always on her. she had caught him a time or two, looking up at the exact time when his orbs found their way to her. most of the time though, she never really paid attention or cared really; it wasn’t every day that a guy came into the store, let alone one that had his focus on her. he’s currently standing at the counter, fingers drawing shapes as he speaks. “well, i guess it’s a case of ‘to each their own?’ i mean, there are some people, like yourself, who like the heat and humidity. and then, there’s ones like me who absolutely can’t stand it.” she said with a laugh right as he looked up to meet her gaze. she finally got to see through him and saw something she never expected. she felt as if he was tied to her, or vice versa, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. “well, it’s still lovely to meet you, casper. and stop it with the compliments. i’m nothing of the sort. really.” she said, looking down to hide a blush as her hand moved to tuck their hair behind her ear. “would you wanna get out of here? i mean, it looks like no one is coming in and i’m bored of sitting here all day.”

there was something about her that casper couldn’t place, something that drew him to her. casper wasn’t particularly a believer in ‘soulmates’ or anything of the sort, but he sure did find himself short on excuses as to why he felt a connection to her. “i suppose you’re right.” he agreed, though he didn’t necessarily believe it. selfish didn’t even begin to describe him, and he was fairly narrow-minded on a lot of things, but for her, he was able to settle without verbal assault... among other things. as she speaks, he’s fully attentive, and watches her every move, from the invisible shapes on the counter, to the hair behind her ears, the blushing, he notices it all. and he’s damn near hypnotized. “you’ve got to be kidding me, you’re gorgeous. but if you insist...” he trailed off playfully with a smirk, resting his chin on his hand that was placed on the counter not too far from where hers were, as he continued what could best be described as ‘admiring’ her. “are you sure your boss won’t mind? the last thing i want to do is turn away business.” he doesn’t care in the slightest, but he’s rolling out the red carpet of formalities to seem decent. “there’s a park not to far from here, that sound good?”

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rosebcd:

when the female finally agreed to meet up with him, saffron was nervous as to how he would take the news. it had been a year since he left; just ignoring the fact that there were underlying feelings during their hook-ups. saffron had discovered that she was pregnant, but she was scared to tell him since he had a fear of commitment. she had tried to call…many times, but there was never an answer, so she gave up. now, their daughter was three months old and every time she looked at her, all she saw was HIM. saffron nodded her head when he asked the question, eyes flickering back and forth between her and the picture on her phone. “yes, skyler, we do. we have a daughter named aspen leilani..” she said before running a hand through her hair. “i tried, skyler. i tried calling you when i found out and i tried after a few months. all my calls and texts went unanswered so i gave up.”

if you were to open a dictionary, and look up the word ‘asshole’, you’d find a photo of skyler right under the definition –– because that’s what he is, and it was definitely what he felt like. he’d known saffron for a while, and he’d made it clear on multiple ocassions that she meant a great deal to him, but with him being in a different city every night, a relationship wasn’t something he could devote his time to, more so another human life. over the course of a year, he’d seen her name appear on his phone, he’d seen the texts telling him that they needed to talk, each time he pretended that they weren’t even there, and after a while, it became true. but had he known a child was involved, he would have went about it all completely different. “jesus christ,” he exhaled an exasperated sigh, running a hand over his face as he looked at the photo again, not finding himself able to do much else. “i’m sorry, saff. really. had i known, i wouldn’t have ghosted, i’m so sorry. and i know that doesn’t make it right, but i am sorry.” and for the first time, he fully looked at his daughter, noticing her for the first time as an actual person, and not an image on a phone. “she’s beautiful. she has your eyes.”

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╰ ° open to f/nb / based on this. 

holding a paper bag in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other, ethan made his way back to the female’s apartment. even with music blasting in his ears through his earphones, his thoughts were plagued by her. she clearly expressed his disinterest in him several times, and yet the two ended up tangled in his sheets. what was even more confusing for him was that he actually took the initiative to get her breakfast. nudging the bedroom door open with his foot, a heavy breath escaped his lips when he found that she was awake. “hey, i got you breakfast.” he smiled, placing the paper bag on her bed while he handed her the coffee cup. “i didn’t know what you usually get for breakfast, so i got you some bagels and black coffee.”

to say that gia felt like an idiot was a complete understatement. not usually one to step out of her comfort zone, she found herself taking a chance on the other male; however, that all meant absolutely nothing when she found herself alone in the morning. she thinks back to the night before, turning over every event, every word, trying to piece together where it all went wrong. but maybe it didn’t go wrong, maybe he just got what he wanted. perhaps she wouldn’t have been so upset if he’d made his intentions clear from the beginning, though she supposes she’ll never know now. as she’s debating on sending him a ( not so friendly ) text, the bedroom door opens –– and she forces herself together, despite her disheveled, well, everything. “he lives, and brings food.” she mused with a grin as she took the cup, making sure her tone lacked any of the negative emotions she was feeling internally. “it’ll do, thanks.” a pause followed. “i’m sure you bring breakfast to all the girls you woo, huh?”

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you know what really pisses me off? the fact that y’all wanna sit here and fucking pretend that muses with female FC’s aren’t being marginalized in the RPC or like we’ve talked enough about it or like it’s been put to rest or like the posts about it are “tired” because you’ve read it all before, and yet the RPC, PARTICULARLY THE INDIE RPC, continues to perpetuate and engage in the same misogynistic and phobic fucking behaviors they always have. muses with male faceclaims are still being put on a pedestal, still being treated like they’re better than others, still having the entire comm shove themselves thoroughly into their assholes for no other reason than it’s a male fucking FC. you want to pretend we’re done with this but tbh? we’re not. until it fucking stops, we’re not. until it fucking stops, my angry ass is still going to be here getting pissed about it, too.

i’m still seeing people call for banning females in their rules. i’m still seeing people say that the muns of females or characters with female faceclaims must go out of their way to prove they don’t want a “ship” in order for them to write with them. it’s disgusting and it’s not okay and frankly if you lot really think that there isn’t a problem with the misogyny (in a primarily female dominated community let alone), then you need to get your damn heads on straight lmao. 

ALL OFFENSE INTENDED, SERIOUSLY, I HOPE YOU GET OFFENDED, but the notion that people who play female fc’s should be apologetic or fear rejection or be held to a higher standard than those that play male fc’s needs to fucking die. and the people who think it’s cool to perpetuate it while hiding behind the ol’ “OH IT’S MY ONION” excuse need to make a goddamn change or get all the way the fuck out of dodge. thanks that’s all!