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Sammy has now been moved to @museville, all memes and threads will be moved over with him.

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𝟑, 𝟒, 𝟓   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 | tara webster | @redshoess​ | “ do you think i’m stupid?  ”

To hear that she was once again thinking about getting back with Christian was a situation he didn’t need or want any part of. He was supposed to be recovering, not helping one of his best friends deal with her boy drama. But that didn’t stop him from sitting up from his rested position. He might not have wanted to hear it, and he might have been as sick and tired of their back and forth as always, but there was something he felt she needed to hear. “I don’t think you’re stupid, T, but you are beginning to sound a little desperate.” If it wasn’t Christian, it was Ben, it used to even be Ethan. It was almost as if she couldn’t go without a boyfriend for two seconds. “You don’t need Christian, or any guy, to be happy.” Just like he didn’t need Ollie or Abigail, all he needed within that moment was himself. “Maybe it’s time you tried being by yourself, we could do it together. That way neither of us will actually be alone.”

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reblog this if you’re an indie roleplaying blog with both an LGBTQIA+ mun and LGBTQIA+ muse(s).

i’m trying to get an idea of how large portion of the indie rp community consists of queer muses being written and represented by queer people themselves. allies, don’t interact.

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go off sammy

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❛ ⅰ. ╳ redshoess ( tara webster )

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌.  her nightmare turned into a dream. She moved to pinch her skin and he was still here. Standing in front of her.  Safe, probably in pain from his injuries… She quickly released him from the hug, apologetic smile. Her way of saying, sorry - wasn’t thinking again. She laughed when he said he wasn’t a ghost. He was real. He was here. They weren’t going to fall apart. She shook her head gently, moving out of the curtain so the others could get on stage. a nod. everyone at the prix had been understanding.  ❛  —   he didn’t make me cry… the thought of saying goodbye to you did… abigail’s been helping me with my solo, I didn’t realise why i couldn’t cry until just then. I told the other sammy, I didn’t want to let him go… ❜ the sobs returned. It might have only been two years, but she couldn’t imagine her life without sammy or any of their friends.

 ❛  —   miss raine said to put what i was feeling into my dancing, ❜ she paused for a moment. Wiping her eyes a little. She didn’t care about the fact the makeup was smudged, or that the contest was going on. None of it mattered. She had wanted to withdraw from the prix. None of it seemed to matter while her best friend was in the hospital. ❛ i’m so glad you’re okay, and i’d never – … but shouldn’t you be at the hospital? i know it’s the prix but — you should be resting. especially if you want to be healed in time for third year… ❜ 

He didn’t even want to think about what could have been, how he could have easily ended up. It was difficult enough to be reminded of the accident with every step he took. The pain that ached throughout him as he just stood and listened, what he ignored so he could share an embrace with one of his best friends. He never wanted for it to end even though he appreciated the fact she thought about him and his injuries within the moment. “Abigail?” His brows raised at the thought of Tara being so trusting when it came to his ex but then he could only imagine what his friendship group had recently gone through. “You don’t have to say goodbye or let me go, I’m perfectly fine, Tara.” Well, maybe not perfectly, but he didn’t want or need for her to worry. He was alive, and that was what mattered.

“I didn’t know you cared about me so much.” His lips curled as he chuckled along with his words. It was hard to keep things light hearted but it felt like the right thing to do. “I’d hug you again but my ribs are a little sore from the last time.” Not that the pain would actually stop him. He didn’t like seeing someone he cared so much about so upset. It broke his heart to know how much emotional pain his accident caused his friends. “I should, but it took a lot of pestering to get me here.” And it wasn’t as if he needed to be in bed resting, he could easily do that when he returned to the hospital later. “I might as well stay for Ben’s performance, I heard he’s dedicating it to a special someone.”

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if you ever wanna ship with me just come to my ask and be like “listen dick face we bout to fuck shit up with a ship ok.”

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independent. private. selective. mutuals only. sammy lieberman from dance academy. penned by megan.

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𝟑, 𝟒, 𝟓   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

“  let’s go home.  ” “  um,  excuse me?  ” “  you broke it.  ” “  need a hand?  ” “  please,  help me.  ” “  i missed you.  ” “  i’m not sorry.  ” “  tell the truth.  ” “  what happened here?  ” “  got a minute?  ” “  life’s a bitch.  ” “  you’ve done enough.  ” “  i’m still learning.  ” “  don’t touch me.  ” “  was that you?  ” “  there’s no god.  ” “  you deserve better.  ” “  you’re a saint.  ” “  you are enough.  ” “  maybe you’re right.  ” “  this will pass.  ” “  you complete me.  ” “  you got this.  ”

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

“  don’t be so dramatic.  ” “  no guts,  no glory.  ” “  i’m calling for help.  ” “  run away with me.  ” “  it’s always been you.  ” “  some things take time.  ” “  you’re being awfully quiet.  ” “  please don’t hurt me.  ” “  snap out of it.  ” “  did you miss me?  ” “  how do i look?  ” “  i wanna get better.  ” “  whatever floats your boat.  ” “  i’ll love you always.  ” “  what are you waiting for?  ” “  at least i tried.  ” “  give me a kiss.  ” “  what’s the fucking point?  ” “  god,  i love you.  ” “  i’m doing my best.  ” “  i waited for you.  ” “  you woke me up.  ” “  stay with me tonight.  ”

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

“  you can’t keep doing this.  ” “  i think i love you  …  ” “  you make me feel special.  ” “  are you upset with me?  ” “  you need to heal first.  ” “  let me see the wound.  ” “  is your brain even on?  ” “  don’t give up on me.  ” “  you are perfect to me.  ” “  i can’t take this anymore.  ” “  you are my favorite person.  ” “  you had me at  ‘  hello.  ’   ” “  i wanted to see you.  ” “  don’t give me that look.  ” “  you’re a work of art.  ” “  i’m not scared of you.  ” “  i have  …  so many questions.  ”  “  do you think i’m stupid?  ” “  just tell me what happened.  ” “  i just want to help.  ” “  we need to be careful.  ” “  what did you just say?  ” “  i miss talking to you.  ”

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❛ ⅰ. ╳ redshoess ( tara webster )

’  𝐈  𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓  𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓  𝐓𝐎  𝐋𝐄𝐓  𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐆𝐎.  𝐈  𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓  𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐘.  '    the  real  grief,    the  real  sorrow.  That’s  what  she  had  missed  during  her  first  performance.  But  if  she  had  thought  that  did  it  mean  he  was  really  gone?  the  thing  she  had  been  denying  herself.  the  reason  the  tears  wouldn’t  stop  falling  down  her  face  even  while  she  bowed?  she  turned  to  the  side.  to  look  at  her  friends,  at  ben,  but  then  noticed  a  familiar  figure  standing  behind  them.  She  walked  calmly  off  the  stage  before  her  eyes  went  wide.  Her  hair  a  mess,  tears  running  down  her  face  but  she  didn’t  care.  She  looked  towards  the  figure  and  immediately  ran.    ❛    —        sammy…  b-but…  h-how?    i  was  at  the  hospital  before  the  competition  and  you  were  –  still  –  and  —    ❜      

Her  arms  immediately  wrapped  around  him,  the  sobs  that  had  started  on  stage  only  intensifying.    she  hadn’t  cared  about  the  prix,  not  since  it  happened.      grace  was  wrong.    grace  had  always  been  wrong.    winning  meant  nothing  to  Tara.  Her  friends  and  family  we’re  all  that  mattered  and  sammy.    The  best  friend  she  nearly  had  lost.  Everything  was  wrong  without  him  there.  He  was  the  glue  -  awesome  glue.  Awesome  glue,      she  didn’t  want  to  let  go  of.      Even  if  this  was  her  mind  playing  tricks  on  her  again.    ❛    —    you’re  real  right?  everyone  can  see  you…  not  just  me  —    not  like  while ��I  was  on  stage?    I  mean  no  one  is  looking  at  me  as  if  I’m  talking  to  a  ghost…    you’re  real…  ❜

With the way he stood there, a proud smile on his face, you wouldn’t have believed everything he had recently been through. The only evidence of the knock that landed him in hospital were the cuts and bruises that littered. No one could see the cracked, the pain that he was in every single time he breathed. It was almost as if the accident had never happened. That he never went on that morning jog that left him fighting for his life. But he knew he was lucky enough to be alive, to live another day. He wasn’t about to take the chance he was given to continue to live out his dreams for granted. It wasn’t easy being at the opera house knowing that his time to shine was taken away from him but he knew he needed to be there for Tara. She was the reason he begged, the reason he found himself standing uncomfortably within the wings.

It was the best she ever danced, performed the Red Shoes and he couldn’t have been prouder. But the smile that curled at the corners vanished the moment he noticed her tears. The breakdown she was having on stage he assumed must have been about him. Which only made him happier to be there, glad he pushed and pushed until his father agreed to take him. “I came to a little after you left. I couldn’t miss my best friend perform at the Prix de Fonteyn now, could I?” He didn’t know how, what he could only describe as a miracle, happened, but he wasn’t about to question it. Instead he wrapped his arms around her, held her close to him, with a smile that almost never curled again. “As much as I’d loved to be haunting you right now, I’m definitely not a ghost, T.”

He now understood the tears that continued to flow onto his t-shirt, but he didn’t care. There was a chance he never would have seen her again, a chance that she would have lost him. It warmed his heart to know how much she cared. “I’d ask about the version of myself you were talking to on stage but apparently he liked to make you cry.” But it was a conversation he wanted to have at another time. He was too curious, he wasn’t about to let it go forever. “You didn’t think you could get rid of me that easily, did you, Webster?”

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“But I don’t want to be okay… I don’t want to let you go. I can’t, Sammy!”

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