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[OOC: Any and all of my accounts will participate in this, which includes my RP blogs. @ask-thewondertwins @sensethecolors and this blog. Do not expect me to log on at all during that week!]

Log Off Protest - Phase Three

Starting February 1st at 12 am EST and extending to February 8 at 12 am EST, Phase Three consists of logging off Tumblr for an entire week and sending daily tweets to those who oversee Tumblr. 

Phase Three’s main goal is to drop Verizon’s stock and to make Tumblr aware we are not standing by as they censor users and enforce a shoddy Flagging system. By tweeting each day, we gain exposure on our cause and put pressure on Tumblr to change. 

The official F.A.Q will be released in a week and will answer the most prevalent questions. We will also release a list of complaints with the F.A.Q. If you have suggestions or questions, please DM us here or on Twitter. Thank you! 

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For this blog, @ask-thewondertwins , or @sensethecolors , any will work!

i’m gonna queue up all the replies i owe, but i’d love some threads with both new and old peeps! like this for a starter based off something in your wishlist.

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DO NOT SUPPORT SALVATION ARMY 

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[OOC: I might move Sam to the @ask-thewondertwins blog because it’s confusing for an RP blog to follow other RP blogs, but not RP with those blogs. Idk when Ima do it, but it would be easier for all RTEtc to be on one blog.]

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flublord [Lindsay]

“Long story short, some rival gang got to her and told her some bullshit about FAHC, me in particular, coming after her for her status. I’ve tried to be civil, but she’s not having it.” Lindsay said quickly as she fell in step beside Sam. “So…she may not be too happy if she catches you with me. Don’t worry about it though. You’ll be fine.” she continued with a shrug. “Mica isn’t that bad. Just don’t get too…flirty. She doesn’t do well with that unless you’re special.”

Nodding, Sam runs a hand through his hair and states, “Never resolved that, I’m assumin’.” He eyes her carefully and remarks, “Somehow, I’m not feeling too reassured by that.” Though, a smile cracks through. “Despite charm bein’ my go-to way of communication, I’ll lay off just this once.” Eyes scanning their surroundings, Sam glances at Lindsay occasionally, “Let’s get down to business then, what do ya know so far about his disappearance? Other than, it’s been a while. Every little bit helps, but unfortunately, you’re gonna have to tell me more personal things. Like his daily routine, everyone he’s talked to the days before leadin’ up to his disappearance, what he does on his downtime, when was the last time anyone saw him. Y’know, things like that.”

Her dyed red hair was swept up in a messy bun, her eyes underlined by heavy circles. She was exhausted and she knew it showed. Lindsay scanned the diner again as she had been all night. Watching. Lying in wait. He was a myth. A legend. How could she have been stupid enough to believe in fairytales? "I knew there was only one Golden Boy. This was some sick joke," she muttered angrily as she slid out of her seat.

Across the street in front of a convenience store, Sam let out a puff of smoke and watched through the windows of the diner like a hawk. Every move she made. Everything she ordered. Every little thing that slipped out of her mouth. He isn’t sure why, but he needed to keep his distance. At least for now. Something wasn’t right and Sam wasn’t about to walk right into a trap. Though, he looks her over again. He may not be able to see the circles under her eyes, but the way she stands and walks tells him everything. He doesn’t feel pity. Not yet anyway. He doesn’t know why she’s here and finally concludes that it’s time to find out. Extinguishing his cigarette, Sam crosses the street and approaches the diner.

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[OOC: Sorry I’ve been away for a couple of days, I’ve been busy with another blog and family stuff got in the way too. I’ll get back to it soon!]

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This was too long to post on Twitter, but I hope Jack sees this somehow. Happy Birthday Jack! @officialah

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flublord [Lindsay]

She rolled her eyes, “I know how to make myself look decent. I just didn’t wanna waste the time on someone I didn’t know would even show up. “And…her name’s Mica. Mica Burton. She’s a high class criminal. Her rank rivals Geoff’s and she’s only 24.” She sighed, “She is….something.”

For a moment, Sam pauses, “Haven’t heard that name in a while. Got into a big fight with her or somethin’?” He inquires and gestures for her to start walking. They had to get going. “I hope I’m not joinin’ in on somethin’ that would get me on her bad side.” He would never admit it, but Mica was one of the scarier ones. Someone who could probably annihilate everything Sam knew in a matter of seconds, but then again, so could the FAHCs and here he was, siding himself with them. They needed his help though and he wasn’t about to refuse.

Her dyed red hair was swept up in a messy bun, her eyes underlined by heavy circles. She was exhausted and she knew it showed. Lindsay scanned the diner again as she had been all night. Watching. Lying in wait. He was a myth. A legend. How could she have been stupid enough to believe in fairytales? "I knew there was only one Golden Boy. This was some sick joke," she muttered angrily as she slid out of her seat.

Across the street in front of a convenience store, Sam let out a puff of smoke and watched through the windows of the diner like a hawk. Every move she made. Everything she ordered. Every little thing that slipped out of her mouth. He isn’t sure why, but he needed to keep his distance. At least for now. Something wasn’t right and Sam wasn’t about to walk right into a trap. Though, he looks her over again. He may not be able to see the circles under her eyes, but the way she stands and walks tells him everything. He doesn’t feel pity. Not yet anyway. He doesn’t know why she’s here and finally concludes that it’s time to find out. Extinguishing his cigarette, Sam crosses the street and approaches the diner.

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OOC: Another day without RPing bc I’ve been really busy, sorry guys, but in the meantime, does anyone have any suggestions on who else I could follow and RP with? Doesn’t have to be for the FAHC ‘verse. I don’t have much people I’m following at the moment, so it’d really help! Thank you!

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Random Starters

“We should go on a vacation.”

“Can I borrow some money?”

“So…. my parents kicked me out. Can I crash at your place for a while?”

“I’m colorblind how am I supposed to know which is the right color?”

“Please don’t be mad….I couldn’t just leave him/her alone in the cold. ”

“Look how cute she/he is!”

“I want a baby.”

“I don’t want kids.”

“Want to go to the mall with me?”

“Wanna share a milkshake?”

“I told you not to eat so much.”

“I don’t feel so good.”

“Being single sucks maybe we should just marry each other. ”

“I want to be alone.”

“I promise I won’t bring home another cat/dog.”

“I don’t think they’re good for you.”

“I’m just trying to help.”

“Don’t make me fall in love with you.”

“I don’t think we’re right for each other.”

“Stop judging me. I don’t care if this is my fifth carton of ice cream.”

“Here try this.”

“Something smells burnt.”

“Did you get another fight?”

“Let me take care of you.”

“Let me love you.”

“I want to punch you in the face.”

“I want to spend my life with you.”

“That tastes delicious!”

“I think I just got dumped?”

“I got a new job!”

“I can’t wait to leave this stupid job.”

“I hate my boss.”

“I know I’m an adult but that doesn’t mean I can’t have cute things.”

“Do you still have a stuffed animal collection?”

“Hey! Don’t touch that!”

“Look! It’s uhm… some kind of bird… you like birds right?”

“We should throw a party.”

“Wow that party sucked.”

“You can’t marry someone you just met.”

“You got married?!”

“Is that my shirt?”

“Someone broke into my house/apartment.”

“Can I pet your dog, please?”

“I got you a present.”

“I’m sorry…I may have broken something….”

“Please don’t be mad.”

“I don’t want to live without you.”

“Look at the stars!”

“We should play a game together.”

“Can you explain to me why I caught you kissing my boyfriend/girlfriend?”

“You jerk!”

“Does this look okay?”

“You have something on your face.”

“I swear you act like a child.”

“Why am I with you again?”

“You’re going to get hurt.”

“I told you so.”

“Can I sleep in your bed tonight?”

“Are you still afraid of the dark?”

“Why are you naked?”

“You asshole, you beat my high score!”

“You’re so full of yourself.”

“Do you want to go out to dinner?”

“Would you like to go out sometime?”

“I’d like to ask if you’d like to be my boyfriend/girlfriend.”

“Are you done with that?”

“No time to explain. We need to get married now.”

“I’m in a lot of trouble.”

“I have to move away. My dad/mom got a new job.”

“Move in with me.”

“We should buy a house together.”

“Is your hair pink?”

“I love your hair!”

“You’re so cute.”

“Oh my god what did I just walk into.”

“I have to be anywhere else but here.”

“Oh would you like the time…”

“Don’t burn down the house, please.”

“Can we just not fight today, please. I don’t have the energy.”

“Maybe we should break up.”

“Do you even love me?”

“What are you watching?”

“You’re into that kind of stuff?”

“Oh my god are you okay?!”

“I think we have a first aid kit around here somewhere.

“It’s so hot, I’m dying!”

“I’m going to freeze to death! Do you really have to have the house this cold?”

“Do you think he/she will like it?”

“I want to do something for myself.”

“You’re constantly changing your plans.”

“I don’t feel like you want me here.”

“You’re late…again.”

“I got fired…”

“I wish everyday was like this.”

“That waiter/waitress is really cute!”

“Are you looking at their butt?”

“Please stop me from impulse buying an eight pound bag of sprinkles.”

“I don’t have a problem.”

“Why are you wearing makeup? ”

“You look breathtaking.”

“Can I feed you?”

“I swear you get cuter and cuter every single day!”

“Can I have my stuff back?”

“Why did we ever breakup?”

“Did we make a mistake?”

“Can we go to Disney Land/Disney World?”

“I’m so tired.”

“I feel like death.”

“Well don’t you look like a ray of sunshine.”

“I’m not a morning person.”

“That’s you fifth cup of coffee and it isn’t even noon yet.”

“I can’t have kids.”

“I’m dying…”

“Will you shut up for a second?!”

“My ex just asked me to marry them?”

“Why are you still hung up over your ex?”

“Wow that person looks just like you!”

“Can you send me pictures of your cat/dog?”

“I’m a simple man/women. I like naps, cute animals, and running from my problems just like everyone else.”

“Will you just ask me out already?”

“I swear you’re always on your phone.”

“We need to talk. You’re addiction to candy crush is affecting our friendship/relationship.”

“I just want you to listen to me.”

“Is that lipstick on your collar?”

“I think your crystal collection is getting a little out of control.”

“Don’t you think these dolls are creepy?”

“I think our place is haunted.”

“We need to move now.”

“I’m not going back there!”

“I’ve never done anything bad in my entire life. I took four sugar packets one time and I felt so bad that I brought them back.”

“You’re such a good person…its annoying.”

“You know you could just not be an asshole.”

“You’re behind on rent again.”

“Mmm that cake smells wonderful.”

“Have I ever told you how beautiful your eyes are?”

“This is so embarrassing… I just want to die.”

“We’re breaking everything they gave you and going shopping.”

“You really need to stop wearing that ring.”

“It’s time to move on.”

“I told you they were no good!”

“I wish you would just leave them already. ”

“Do you want to stay at my place for a while?”

“Why is there someone sleeping in your tub?”

“Did we get married?”

“I never want to touch a bottle of alcohol again.”

“I’m sorry for the things I said when I was drunk.”

“That’s way too much sugar! Are you trying to kill me?”

“Why are you crying?”

“Have you really just been looking at pictures of cats/dogs all day?”

“Stop sending me memes!”

“I want to marry Godzilla and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

“Aren’t you lactose intolerant?”

“Are you sure you should be eating that?”

“My head is killing me.”

“Are you really doing another DIY project? The last one nearly burned down our house/apartment.”

“You’re being too loud. It’s scaring the dog/cat.”

“Can you help me give her/him a bath?”

“Remind me why we thought this was a good idea?”

“You keep hogging all the blankets.”

“I’m getting a cat/dog.”

“I have to go to the hospital?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were so sick?!”

“Stop trying to flirt with the cashier.”

“The barista just gave me his/her number.”

“Can we just pretend this never happened?”

“I can’t believe you did this behind my back!”

“I told you not to take them back.”

“I’m not going to be here for you when they break your heart again.”

“I think my bank account just laughed at me.” 

“Why is everything in the kitchen pink?” 

“Did you redecorate while I was gone?” 

“How long have I been out?” 

“Why are their paw prints all over the place?” 

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Symbol meme starters.

Send one for my muse’s reaction! Feel free to alter context, switch muse’s positions, etc, as necessary. Contains some mild NSFW.

(chest) - for your muse to press a hand against my muse’s chest (hair) - for your muse to bury their face in my muse’s hair (backhand) - for your muse to backhand my muse (jaw) - for your muse to grip my muse’s jaw in one hand (lap) - for your muse to sit in my muse’s lap (whisper) - for your muse to whisper in my muse’s ear (bottom) - for your muse to rest a hand on my muse’s ass (or slap it) (undress) - for your muse to undress mine (may not be nsfw!) (pin) - for your muse to pin mine to a specified surface  (yank) - for your muse to yank mine out of the way of danger (bite) - for your muse to bite mine (palm) - for your muse to clap a hand over my muse’s mouth (throw) - for your muse to physically throw mine (piggyback) - for your muse to leap onto my muse’s back for a piggyback ride (nourish) - for your muse to provide my muse with food or drink (secret) - for your muse to reveal a secret to mine (specify the secret!) (discover) - for your muse to discover information about mine that they shouldn’t know (rescue) - for your muse to rescue mine from danger (promise) - for your muse to make mine a promise, whether they intend to keep it or not (lie) - for your muse to lie to mine (specify the lie) (confess) - for your muse to make a confession of truth to mine (command) - for your muse to give my muse an order or instruction, which may or may not be followed (hide) - for your muse to hide somewhere with my muse (sleep) - for your muse to fall asleep on mine (misc) - create your own/sender specifies! useful if something here gives you an idea that isn’t otherwise written.

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flublord [Lindsay]

Lindsay looked him up and down. He had one thing right, names. Real names meant vulnerability and she had already pushed the envolope on that. “Ruby.” Then she backed off a bit, “I’ve heard about your way with words. I need you to talk for me. I think I’ve got a lead on someone who knows something but they aren’t gonna wanna see me let alone tell me anything. No one else in my crew can get them to talk either. It’s too risky threaten any harm, let alone actually cause some.”

“Talk huh,” Sam smiles, “I can do that. Anything I should know about this guy beforehand? Don’t wanna step on any unnecessary toes if you don’t wanna start a fight with the guy.” Zipping up his jacket, he glances at her with narrow eyes, “We should also make you look a little more presentable. Anyone can tell that ya look like shit and they could use that to their advantage,” he declares bluntly. Probably not his best choice of words, but they were wasting enough time as is standing around talking about their plan. From here on, though, it’s purely business and lives were on the line.

Her dyed red hair was swept up in a messy bun, her eyes underlined by heavy circles. She was exhausted and she knew it showed. Lindsay scanned the diner again as she had been all night. Watching. Lying in wait. He was a myth. A legend. How could she have been stupid enough to believe in fairytales? "I knew there was only one Golden Boy. This was some sick joke," she muttered angrily as she slid out of her seat.

Across the street in front of a convenience store, Sam let out a puff of smoke and watched through the windows of the diner like a hawk. Every move she made. Everything she ordered. Every little thing that slipped out of her mouth. He isn’t sure why, but he needed to keep his distance. At least for now. Something wasn’t right and Sam wasn’t about to walk right into a trap. Though, he looks her over again. He may not be able to see the circles under her eyes, but the way she stands and walks tells him everything. He doesn’t feel pity. Not yet anyway. He doesn’t know why she’s here and finally concludes that it’s time to find out. Extinguishing his cigarette, Sam crosses the street and approaches the diner.

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ohcney [Jack]

“ absolutely. unlike the rest of the boys, lounging and napping is definitely a nice break from the utter chaos that goes on around here. ” she notices his sudden change in mood, but decides aganst prying any further. “ well, if you say it’s nothing major, then it’s nothing major. i’m just surprised you decided to call me is all. ” jack tells him as she crosses her legs, taking another bite from her pizza.

“Yeah, I know how that feels,” Sam replies and opens his mouth to say something, but shuts it immediately. Honestly, he’s not even sure why he’s here right now. He had to get out of FakeAttack’s penthouse, it was getting too chaotic, even for him, and it didn’t help that the reason the small job went south was completely his fault. He should’ve seen that the guy in the back was reaching for a gun, he should’ve known that those guys weren’t going to agree to their offer. Sam wouldn’t agree to their own offer, but Craig insisted and honestly, they needed those supplies. They may have ended up with the supplies, in the end, but Bolen got caught in his own explosion trying to cover their escape and John got a couple of bullets in his arm, but Ben said they’d be fine. His reassurance, however, was met with deaf ears. “Y’know, had to go sight-seeing around the city and say hi to a couple of friends I haven’t talked to in a while. You’re one of those people.”

“Hey Jack, you at your penthouse right now?”

“ ‘course i am, sammy. ” jack sat up from her sprawled up position on the couch, fidgeting with the phone between hands, before putting it back to her ear. “ what can i do for you? ”

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ohcney [Barbara]

“ i wouldn’t be surprised if you knew lots of things about my coworkers that i didn’t know. you fakes seem to be here more than i am sometimes. ” the blonde mutters, using a nearby pen to start writing down everything she’d learned. she doesn’t have to answer him, but figures that he’ll probably find out either way. “ the guy was probably banking on you not saying anything, so the lawsuit will probably be thrown out. as far as your charges go? ” barbara huffs, attempting to remain realistic about everything. “ ‘dunno. prosecution could give you a plea deal, or you could say fuck that and stand trial instead. but i’m not gonna lie, most of the precinct is probably hoping for you to get the longest sentence possible. ”

Sam smirks and jokes, “I’m offended, I feel like you and Detective Luna always handle any cases involving us Fakes.” He hums, “Well, lucky I said something then. My charges don’t matter,” he lies through his teeth but she doesn’t need to know that. “As long as that little shit gets what’s comin’ to him, I’m fine with that.” He downs the rest of his coffee, “Alright Detective, escort me to my cell.”

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ohcney [Jack]

“ pizza’s pizza. i’m in. ” jack follows him towards the kitchen. she takes a slice from the combo pie before hopping up onto the counter. taking a large bite, it takes her a minute to answer his question. “ even FAHC needs a vacation sometimes. ―we also have a bit of a.. stickup coming soon, so i’m laying low for now. ” the redhead explains, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “ so craig’s being cranky, huh? any reason why? ”

Sam smiles, “Sounds fun. Peace and quiet your preferred vacation?” His smile disappears almost instantly at the mention of Craig and he’s mostly sure that Jack’s already getting suspicious, but he takes a bite out of his pizza and chews before swallowing and speaking up. “Y’know, the usual. Evil Craig comin’ around occasionally to cause some damage ‘cause a small job went south. Nothin’ major.”

“Hey Jack, you at your penthouse right now?”

“ ‘course i am, sammy. ” jack sat up from her sprawled up position on the couch, fidgeting with the phone between hands, before putting it back to her ear. “ what can i do for you? ”

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ohcney [Barbara]

“ nothing to run from? you know you could get up to twenty years in prison with the assault charges you’re facing. ” she won’t hide the sour look on her face when he refused to tell her anything close to a description. though, she wasn’t exactly surprised, either. barbara glanced over to the other officer subtly before looking back to sam. “ i don’t care. that’s not what this interview is about and you know it. ” she looked downwards at her case file and let out a huff, before leaning forward to start filling it out. “ just sit there and finish your coffee and then i’ll take you back to your cell. ”

“Yeah yeah, tell me something I don’t know,” Sam answers with a waving hand of his hand. Internally shrugging at her not amusing him, he laughs, “Aw, but it would’ve been hilarious!” Though, he complies and picks up his coffee, drinking it occasionally. “What’s gonna happen to the guy if the entire fuckin’ police force believes my story?” He asks curiously. He doubts she’ll answer him because of some ‘classified’ bullshit, but it couldn’t hurt to try. Plus, he’s not very fond of cells, never have been. Having a conversation about anything else as he waited to finish his coffee would calm him down somewhat.