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someone plz give me discord things before i die of boredom!!! i love plotting so gimme angst, smut, fluff, families, whatever's clever my friend i'm a chill ass rp partner phoxnix#1253

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y'all come hmu and start some verses w me on discord ... i play mostly poc, love angst/fluff/crime/spoopy/period ANYTHING as long as the plot and chemistry is good. want some new pals :) --- phoxnix#1253

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Everyone on Tumblr rn

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I don’t give a heck about posting n/s/f/w content but there are so many problems with this whole debacle 

The wording of “female-presenting nipples” - which is thinly veiled sexism and you know the “presenting” part will be ignored, so transmasc people who have breasts will be given the boot, as well as enby and intersex folks who have “feminine breasts”. 

The fact this is just because staff can’t be bothered to manually moderate the site so they’re just like “lol let’s just ban it all!” - they haven’t been for months, maybe years. I regularly reported illegal nsfw content that was never removed.

The fact there are still nazis and white supremacists running around openly on here but nah that’s fine, lads. Can’t have nipples but fascists and nazis are a-okay [sarcasm].

The fact that tons of artists who use the website and happen to draw primarily nude characters might be affected by this - like tumblr staff says they won’t but I really don’t believe that.

The sheer fact alone that tumblr staff didn’t do anything about rampant pedos (”maps”) and CP, bestiality and zoophilia, etc. despite knowing it was on here, until they were removed from the Apple store.

The evidence that tumblr staff never gave a hoot about protecting under 18 year olds on the site, and are only doing this to save face now that things have gone extremely wrong. 

Tumblr could have been such a good website but it’s been ruined by incompetent, lazy staff. I’ve been using tumblr for like nine, ten years now and it’s just, been utter incompetence at every turn. 

Once a stable alternative pops up (probably pillowfort, if they can get the infrastructure) I’m outta here. 

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“thank u, next” acquired 50 million views in it’s first 24 hours.

It broke the VEVO 24-hour view-count record (surpassing BTS’ Idol), is the fastest video to reach 1 million likes (1 hour), and had the biggest YouTube premiere with 829,000 people watching. Congratulations, Ariana! 🥂

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“Right, yeah, of course,” Rafael nods, her concern for her family an unsurprising one given the circumstances – he wonders briefly why he didn’t have the same instant worry. Could it be he really was too much of a workaholic? 

( In his profession, anything but that level of devotion was close to negligent. )

“I’m not sure, I’d assume not. Probably in their best interest that they don’t know anything about where we are or why. Safety and all.” 

It’s only when he says it does the reality start to really sink in for him, with the shock wearing off. There could be people after them now, looking to make sure their eyewitnesses were permanently silenced. 

He exhales softly, abandoning his pacing entirely in favor of stillness, his body soon occupying an empty armchair near to where his present company was. 

“So, what did you do? Before all of this?”

tupina's brows furrowed, lips pulling slightly more south as he pointed out that it might not be safe for her family to know where she was. "still, there should be some protocol. otherwise families would be reporting people missing constantly, wouldn't they?" it was hopeful thinking, the thought of her family worrying over her disappearance more than she could handle on this already emotionally exhausting day. 

he came in nearer, the absence of his pacing making her shoulders relax. she hadn't even realized that she'd tensed up, feeding off of his restless energy. she reached out in front of her and brought a glass of water to her lips, sipping slowly and then going back to braiding her hair into a single dark braid down the center of her back. "it's a complicated question," the woman admitted, chuckling slightly. 

taking a deep breath, the finished up her bread and sat back, crossing her legs and then letting her eyes focus on him again. he looked like a nice enough man, though, in truth she'd been fooled by appearances before. "i'm a spiritualist. traveling charity worker, perhaps. i was called by the creator to serve, so i go where i'm needed. i was at the hospital today because it was my first day working there are a volunteer."

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“aye,” trevaunn raised his hands up, surrendering to the woman before him, “i don’t want no smoke, miss designer.”  a playful chuckle slipped past his lips before he licked them.  he couldn’t say that naphina’s well-earned confidence and boasting about her brand wasn’t attractive to him.  he might or might not have been a little turned on by it – mostly, he was just proud.  they both had a come a long way from their old lives in atlanta.  

once they were finally settled in naphina’s luxury car, trey announced his navigator-status.  he set her up for her google maps reference, and even after knowing that joke was coming, he still let out a genuine laugh.  trey hadn’t felt this comfortable around a woman he was supposed to be on a fancy date with.  it was the sort of comfort only naphina could evoke.  he made the comment about people posing in front of her car at the hole-in-the-wall soul food spot and kept on laughing with her.  “i don’t know about the thugs, but them young boys’ gon’ do it for the ‘gram.  i’m tellin’ you,” a little bit of his southern drawl was coming back to him the longer he was around naphina, and he didn’t even notice.  “aye, but they got this– phina!” he yelped out the swift and unexpected merge she just made.  “of course you do,” trey rolled his eyes, though a smile was still plastered on his face, when she introduced a change of plans.  “oh, so you don’t gon’ tell me where we goin’ now?” he nodded as she changed the subject.  “right now, i’m working on another book – always writing nowadays.  i need to take a break before i burn out.  but…it’s another nonfiction, just a compilation of essays on all the shit black people go through in america, especially queer black people.  i’m learning a lot in writing this…might dip my toe in some fiction stuff too,” he shared, always down to talk about his work.  he was just excited to be doing something he loved – something that wasn’t slinging dope.

"just because you don' want no smoke don mean ya won get none," naphina twanged back, her usual desire to hide her accent and speak 'properly' melting away into the comfort that she already felt around trevaunn. his yelp only made a canon of giggles erupt from her, cheekbones shimmering in the passing city lights the bigger her smile got. "damn boy, ain't no one said my name like that in a long time," she joked with him. her driving was notoriously a little reckless, but surprisingly her accident record was nearly non-existent. “nope, it’s a surprise.” once he started talking about another book her was working on, pride swelled within her. not pride for herself, but pride in him, happiness that he was also going places and doing well in life. “i know,” naphina admitted, voice a juxtaposition of hesitancy and shamelessness, “i read your last book,” she explained as he went on to talk about the new non-fiction he was doing. 

she didn’t want to admit how much she’d been keeping up on him, afraid of insinuating that she still had feelings for him after all this time. of course, she still had some feelings. she’d loved him fiercely when they were together, and though their parting was a mutual decision, it had still ripped her heart up to leave him and move to new york. emotions like the ones she’d had for him never just went away, only became dormant, suppressed, forgotten until a reminder reared its head. seeing him now was the biggest reminder of all, but she was afraid that she was the only one that felt like no time had passed at all between them. that maybe this was a second chance for them. fate. “i’m really proud of you, trey.” her tone softened, genuine.

their conversation went on until they arrived to a big building, naphina letting a valet park her car as they went up to her loft. once inside, she turned around to face him and spread her arms out, gesturing to the room. “welcome to naphina’s home-cooked kitchen! can i take your order?” she beamed. the girl was no stranger to a kitchen, and she assumed that it might have been awhile since he had some good country cooking in his stomach. “i can make any’a your favorites. okra, black-eyed peas, fried chicken, hushpuppies?”

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he had to admit she took him by surprise, and the sudden tight grip of chanel’s little pussy made brandon gasp and tighten the grip of his arms around her waist. a shiver ran down his spine as she started to roll her hips, overwhelming him with that same tight, warm sensation with every push. “fuck,” he grunted, practically harmonizing with her own gasped curse. it took him a second to get a hold of himself, but once he did he rose to meet her challenge, biting down on her shoulder and picking up his own hips to match chanel’s rhythm. “i’m not even fucking sorry,” he smirked at her in the mirror, one hand returning to her chest to grip and palm at her breasts. with every second that passed, he felt her ass press back against his abdomen, and his cock pushed deeper inside of her with every thrust. “look at yourself, baby.” he swore under his breath before turning his face to kiss chanel’s neck and sucking at her soft, warm skin. “you look better getting ready than other girls look walking into the club.” brandon stood up straighter and took a handful of chanel’s hair, using it to bend her over further. he slapped her ass again, and with the next thrust of his hips he felt himself bottom out inside of her. “how i’m supposed to just sit there and watch when i know how weak you get for this dick, huh? go on, baby, tell me how much you love it.”

her lips curled up into a grin when she heard him curse, moaning lowly under her breath as he bit her and started thrusting into her. "ughnn, baby-" chanel whined, his palms warm and firm against her soft sensitive flesh. look at yourself, baby. pleasure-filled eyes raised, taking in the sight of him fucking her from behind as she further bent over the sink, holding onto the counter for support. "fuck me, fuck me ..." she muttered unintelligibly, eyes fluttering shut in bliss as he kissed her neck and sucked soft spots of her skin. her eyes shot open again when he pulled her hair, bending her further and slapping her ass. “brandon!” she squealed, her toes curling slightly, low moans that silenced her scream like the revving of her internal engines. the last straw was feeling his entire length filling her core, making her lose control. “i love gettin’ this dick so much, baby,” her hips sped up, rocking back against his fully sheathed cock as fast as she could to show her appreciation and to make him feel good. “don’ nobody fuck me like this,” she breathed, raising her eyes to meet his in the mirror. she grinned, pointedly sliding her hand down her body, disappearing beneath the view of the mirror and between her legs as she began to rub her clit, “you gon get me addicted to this big fuckin’ dick, huh?”

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open to: f/nb/m | plot: you have a crush on your brother's best friend, and usually he doesn't give you the time of day. you see him sitting outside one night after your brother has gone to bed, and he's suddenly acting ... human? maybe even ... into you? what ?? 

tuck sat with his knees pulled up, back against the house of his best friend and his sibling. a lot was on his mind tonight and he just couldn’t sleep, so he’d decided that nicotine would be the best solution. tattooed fingers brought the infamous white stick to his lips, breathing in deeply and then letting it out of his nose like an angry dragon’s last sigh. hearing somebody’s footsteps approaching the house, he looked up to notice a familiar face. “looks like you’ve had a fun night,” commenting to them was uncharacteristic, but at this point anything was better than the war going on in his mind. 

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Winnie glared threateningly at him. “You are so grody.” Winnie scowled at the way he checked her out. Why was she always stuck dealing with Tony’s friends? She watched him interact with his brother and turned her head when her aunt walked in. Shit. Her aunt loved all her brother’s friends, and that was not going to be easy for her. Winnie scoffed at the way Tuck looked at her aunt before she was about to just walk off, but then she heard her aunt’s voice say her name. “Yes?” She sighed. ‘Why don’t you hang out with Tuck for a while? You need to talk to more people your age.’ Winnie rolled her eyes and groaned. ‘Don’t let her discourage you.’ Her dad told Tuck. “Great.” She grumbled, walking up the stairs and into her room. “You can sit on my chair. I don’t trust you on my bed.” The girl pointed at said chair as she flopped onto her bed, folding her legs.

this hadn't been part of tuck's plans, but he wasn't about to pass up the opportunity to make winnie squirm. he'd been good friends with tony for awhile now, and he'd noticed winnie in a way that maybe he shouldn't have given how much everyone in her family but her trusted him. it just wasn't in tuck's nature to care whether or not people liked him, but if nothing else he was a loyal friend. he wouldn't push winnie to the point that he actually hurt or upset her out of respect for her family, which is why when she told him not to sit on her bed he uncharacteristically complied. “don’t worry about it princess,” he chuckled, putting his hands up in surrender as he plopped back in her chair, “i’m only in here until your brother gets home, then i’ll get out of your hair ...” he trailed off, eyes looking around her room. he wasn’t very surprised by what he saw, traces of winnie’s personality all over. he got a smug little smirk, thinking about how he’d had her pegged from the very beginning and that he was right. deep blue eyes focused on her. “so what do you hate about me so much anyway, win?” he questioned, “i’m always nice to you. that’s gotta count for somethin’.”

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“Of course. No problem.” She really needed a ride. Sadie wasn’t just making all this stuff up this time. That’s what he was telling himself anyway. “Yeah. I know so.” He nodded, frowning. “You're gorgeous, Sadie. Forget that asshole.” Wyatt told her with a smile. He led her out of the house and chuckled at her words. He knew what that look meant and it led his mind right to what her words and eyes alluded to. Even he had trouble going into his car without thinking about all those times they spent in the back seat. And to be honest, he sort of missed the sounds she’d make and the way she said his name. “Yep, it sure does.” He agreed, his laugh awkward before he opened the door for her then got into the driver’s side. He turned on The Clash’s “Train in Vain” before starting to head to her apartment.

sadie's lips pursed softly as he told her how beautiful she was, the warm pit in her stomach growing. just because she was terrified of commitment didn't mean that she didn't love him, want him, need him in her life. she remembered all of the rushed make-outs in his backseat when they just couldn’t wait until they got home after an event or plans they’d made, the leisurely caressing and exploration of their bodies parked out in the middle of nowhere just to get away from everything. the road trips, the spilled drinks, tossed foods, sing-a-longs and sunroof screaming. the clash wasn’t uncommon to be playing, and the girl even found ‘should i stay or should i go’ to be a personal anthem of theirs. once they got to her apartment, sadie looked over at him, eyes searching for any sign that he wanted what she wanted in that moment. “thank you for bringing me home wy,” she whispered, voice soft and inviting as she moved in toward him with only slight hesitation. her pink-stained lips pressed against his cheek, body lingering and the smell of her perfume rising off of her in wafts as she pulled away again. continuing to gaze at him, sadie clicked her tongue, “you know, i actually have something i’ve been meaning to give you in the apartment ...” she began, hoping she could get him to come inside and not leave her.

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BASED / It was none of his business, he knew that. At first, it had been easy to remain ignorant and disregard his friend’s behavior towards his girlfriend, for he didn’t notice how much he was actually hurting her. Aaron was one of his closest friends, after all. They had known each other since toddlers and Holden was more than used to his nonchalant personality, but to see how much of an asshole he was to a girl who had stuck with him despite it all— that was something he couldn’t just ignore. Not anymore. Not when she didn’t deserve such treatment. It was none of his business, but boy, did Holden feel the urge to punch him in the face every time he listened to him talking and bragging about other girls, even when his girlfriend was around. That night wasn’t the exception. So when Aaron finally headed to his room after too many beers, Holden decided to go after the girl, who had been in the kitchen for a while now. “Hey,” he hesitated, not really knowing how to approach her. “Aaron went to sleep… I, um… Is everything okay?”

sometimes wenonah didn't know why she stayed with aaron. he was her first love, and when she fell for him she'd fallen hard. but it seemed that the longer they stayed together, the more he took her for granted. the more bored he seemed, more dismissive. it hurt her because it made her feel like she wasn’t enough, stirring up old issues of insecurity and abandonment that her parents had left when they dropped her off with her grandmother at age seven and never looked back. her mind was deep in thought, eyes staring blankly as her hands stilled in the soapy water-filled sink. a familiar voice made her jump, dark almond-shaped eyes blinking back into focus. “huh?” she asked, her brain taking a little longer to process his question. “oh,” she pulled her hands out of the sink, drying them off and then turning to holden. they’d grown to be friends in the past few months, and she often looked forward to nights that he would come over just so she would have somebody to help her keep away the dark thoughts when aaron started on his usual tangents and beer-scented stories. “i ...” she didn’t want to lie to him, but even more so didn’t want to seem weak. she felt pathetic enough as it was. “aaron? you know him. he’ll sleep it off. i’m sure everything is fine.” but she knew that wasn’t what he was asking her.

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ay y'all! i've been gone a hot minute bc college is crazy and community organizing is crazier! (u try being poc in the US south, mkay?) but anyways i’m finishing up my semester in the next week or two and i’m really tryna get some good ass deep involved threads and rp partners going ... like when we’re on winter break, i want my heart ripped out and then thrown into the heavens  r e p e a t e d l y !! help a bitch out, hmu, look at my wanted shits if that floats ya boat. i’m pretty cool sometimes

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my kink is having a rp partner that is also a very good friend where you can have 20+ ships with them but also tell them about everything and anything

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me seeing “international lgbt movie” and clicking on Loev

me when there is a rape scene with no warning in said movie