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            “One dinner?  No one could say no.  Not without receiving another            ask or two, at the very least.”  He’s smiling, because she does still like            him.  She doesn’t think him less for leaving Kathryn, as everyone else            in town seems to.  Even if his story for leaving her is a lie, because he            remembers his whole history, his real history, he feels as though it isn’t            a big deal.                              “So, can I pick you up at 7 tonight?  I promise I                            won’t be taking you to Granny’s.”  There’s only a                            few restaurants in town, but he’ll leave her                            guessing otherwise.  

                                           “  then i suppose it’d be in my best interest to say yes,  ”   the grin on her lips grows evermore. she hadn’t even the slightest thought of turning him down; her bones told her not to. besides, what good would it do anyone to turn down something --- SOMEONE --- that made them feel safe ? a brow raised in question, but she nods anyway.  “  seven is perfect.  ”  a surprise; like a child, a giddy feeling surfaced in her chest. --- & although mary margaret is aware henry’s theories are those of an active imagination ( albeit, one that should be allowed to flourish - unlike regina so strongly seemed to believe ) the knowledge he’d claimed to know of david & herself still managed to creep up. of course, that would be... well, it was rather IMPOSSIBLE.

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ye s this is a fucking fox licking glass. what else did you expect from me. it’s cute. this is the part that most people skip because they don’t like emotional and heart-felt stories and that’s okay too ! i don’t like those stories but i feel like i need a big chunk of text here before i start listing inspiring and amazing people that you should definitely follow. this is also a thank you for sticking with me and talking to me, paying attention to me, writing with me and just being supportive af.  seriously, writing ginny is so much fun and this is such a great experience and i love you all for being a part of the experience. government is lizards, fox mulder was right.

                                                  xoxo fox.

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I highly recommend following this magical cinnamon roll.

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Mun-Directed Questions About Roleplaying!

If you had to change your character’s FC for one day, who would you pick?

What drew you to rping this character?

What’s something you like about how you write?

What’s something you dislike about how you write or wish you were better at?

What’s something about your character that you’d like if you had to spend time with them?

What’s something about your character that you wouldn’t like if you had to spend time with them?

What’s a negative thing about your character that you enjoy writing?

What;s a similarly you have with your character?

What’s a difference you have with your character?

What’s the hardest thing for you to write?

Do you think you’ve gotten better at writing anything or any type of thing or situation since you started writing this character (or roleplaying in general)? 

Why do you roleplay?

Do you write fiction ever other than rping?

Do you like fanfiction more or less than reading rp threads between characters?

Do you like or dislike OC/Canon character interactions in principle?

What’s your favorite thing about rping a canon character?

What’s something you dislike about rping a canon character?

What’s your favorite thing about rping an original character?

What’s something you dislike about rping an original character?

How much time do you spend roleplaying on average a week?

Do you think about your threads and your character when you aren’t roleplaying? How and for how long on average?

Do you like lots of headcanons or few?

What’s your take on AUs?

What’s your favorite AU?

What’s your least favorite AU?

What’s a ship you really like rping?

What’s a ship you would never rp? For what reason? 

What do you like about roleplaying angst?

What do you dislike about roleplaying angst?

What do you like about roleplaying fluff?

What do you dislike about roleplaying fluff?

What do you like about roleplaying ships/romance?

What do you dislike about roleplaying ships/romance?

NSFW rp — yes or no? Why?

Do you ever read other people’s NSFW rp threads? (be honest!)

Do you ever read rp threads you aren’t involved in? What type of thread does it usually have to be to interest you?

If you do read threads you aren’t in, do you usually let the other authors know, or keep it under your hat?

Has a roleplayer ever changed your view on a character? If so, how? Good or bad? For better or for worse?

Do you like to title threads or not? 

Do you like to plot or improv?

Do you like to make open starters?

Do you like to answer open starters?

Do you usually prefer chat/short replies, or long/para/novella replies?

What’s your favorite thing about rping a chat/short style thread?

What’s your least favorite thing about rping a chat/short style thread?

What’s your favorite thing about rping a long/para/novella style thread?

What’s your least favorite thing about rping a long/para/novella style thread?

Do you prefer gifs or icons when roleplaying? Or no FC at all?

Do you roleplay with people whose characters aren’t from the same dimentional universe as yours? (For example, if your character is drawn or anime, will you RP with people who use actor face claims/play-bys?) 

What’s something you like about FCs/Play-Bys?

What’s something you dislike about FCs/Play-Bys?

What’s a trope or plot you think is overdone in roleplay?

What’s a trope or plot you’ll never get sick of roleplaying?

What’s a trope or plot you love but you’ve never gotten to roleplay or never gotten to roleplay in completion? 

What do you like to do as you reply to threads? Listen to music? Have TV on? Complete silence? Dark room? etc. 

How did you learn about roleplaying? How did you get started roleplaying yourself? 

What was your first roleplay character? 

What’s your newest roleplay character?

What/Who is a character you think you would like to roleplay? What’s currently stopping you from roleplaying them?

Who’s a roleplayer (or writer) you think you have learned a lot from? 

(via

saidrun

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i tried… i tried to be the good guy.

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i tried… i tried to be the good guy.

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sooo ?? i’m making clarke her own blog bc of reasons that probably don’t make sense to anyone but myself ~~ hOWEVER. themes take me forever so i’m probably just going to slap a temporary theme on for the time being & continue working on my actual theme in a sideblog. i’ll reblog the promo post once i’ve got the temporary theme ready but !! i’ll probably be over there for the night as my clarke muse just keeps pushing at me. if you currently have a thread with CLARKE i’m going to send you message once i’ve made the account regarding it. however, if you’re online now & see this ( & WANT TO CONTINUE THE THREAD THERE ) just go ahead and like this. i’ll be doing responses once y’know.. the blog is up.

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“Look, I just…can’t do this right now, okay?“

                                     “  you don’t have a choice anymore. ”   light eyes are locked on her mother.  “  --- those are my friends; i won’t just let them die.  ”

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Becky Albertalli, Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda

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        ❛ so not ONLY does he kill my patient, but he makes ME call it ! talk to the family, octavia. should’ve called mesooner, octavia. you’re just a stupid little resident, octavia, but you’re not allowed to make mistakes ! ❜    almost as soon as the words leave her mouth an unmistakable look of guilt shadows her face ; she tips back her drink, nose wrinkling at the strength.   ❛ i love him, but he’s an asshole. ❜  an asshole just trying to do his job is still an asshole.    ❛ does derek do that obnoxious thing where he treats you like shit so no one thinks he’s favoring you? because i swear to god i have it worse from bell than from anyone else. ❜

                                                   she’d hardly consider herself a stranger to any of o’s complaints, & she finds herself groaning in agreement.  “ well isn’t he just the cherry on top of a FANTASTIC day ?  ”  obvious sarcasm.  “ — yeah, you could say i’m the ranking champion for the number one spot on derek’s ‘ people i’m superior to ‘ list.  “  not that he technically wasn’t, but being a pompous jerk about it certainly wasn’t winning him any points in her books. amelia raised her shot glass in a sign of cheers, the fiery liquid then meeting the pit of her stomach.  “  dare anyone ever question the GOD OF NEUROSURGERY.  ”

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                                   dr arthur arden was nothing if not useful.  & whilst, yes,  lucifer was appreciating the skills and the dedication that the white-haired old man paid towards his host –––––––– he was completely & utterly disposable.  he would drop the ex-nazi doctor without flinching if he needed to and never feel remorse. but that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t protect the secret that they had been hiding together.  arden’s experiment was unorthodox, at it’s best.  his insane plan to create an advanced evolution of human beings was benefitting the pair of them and holding onto THAT was lucifer’s priority.  

he watched on as doctor grey had ‘ stumbled ‘ upon the hallway that lead straight to arden’s little lair but had waited before following to give the other a fair head start.  however,  leather boots soon begin their way down the cold and empty corridor,  clicking against the hard floor as his head remains held high. & lips are held in a purse, arms swinging by the side of the habit that compliments his host’s pale flesh so beautifully , and as he turns the corner, he clears his throat to make his presence well and truly KNOWN.

                     ❛ snooping could be classed as a sin,  you know. ❜

not one of the worst,  that had be to be said ––––––––  but it was disrespectful nevertheless.  and DISRESPECT, in briarcliff manor,  was often met with punishment.  

       ❛ your work in this institute is kept upstairs,  dr. grey.  or had you                                                forgotten? ❜

perhaps it was time to put this bitch in a bed?  it wouldn’t be the first time that briarcliff had admitted innocent souls into their care.  what harm would one more do?  pink tongue clicks,  TUTTING towards the other with an expression of pure displeasure across his human face.

               ❛ … why are you doing here ?  this is arden’s quarter. ❜

                                                    an icy shiver trickled down her spine, down her legs, and meredith swore she felt it retreat right back up to her head. nothing about this place had been comfortable. though one would be f o o l i s h to seek comfort in such a place to begin with, they were only ill — they weren’t… whatever truly had laid beyond the crack she’d peered through, farther beyond than ever her eye had been able to make out, she knew it wasn’t — couldn’t be — good. {  — BETTER YET, LEGAL.  } lips twitched to breed a lie, however, withheld; she wasn’t about to herself a grave six feet beneath the ground simply because the eyes of the sister before her brought the tiny hairs on the back of her neck to a stance. then again, if it got her away from the situation… shoulders loosened casually, the simplest of smiles ( one she felt awfully confident was perkier than any she’d put on display thus far ) glazing the curve of her lips. 

“  if — IF i were snooping, wouldn’t i need something to snoop on ?  ”  meredith countered. sure, it’d make sense to play along. probably the best option, really, but the easy path was not one she were accustomed to, & this certainly couldn’t be the worst curve ball life had tossed. little did she know. but following her gut, she moved back up the corridor, and toward the descending hallway. she sent one last fleeting glance at arden’s door. BRIARCLIFF WAS NOT SAFE. her bones ached so.   “  but surely i must have forgot ROAMING was off boundaries.  “

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cherubic-callow:

Wanting to RP a ship but not having anyone to RP it with like

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*sends you a spoon full of wine* Just read through your rules! Your starter should be up soon! :)

sfjklsf !! you’re a doll, thank you so much. : ) 

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                        —————————- “That is your reason for forging the alliance,” Lexa countered, watching the blonde with calculating, intelligent eyes, soaking even every minuscule shift in Clarke’s body language, “But, why are you here? In a camp, surrounded by people you once considered your enemy? No one is keeping you from returning to your own people, Clarke, yet you stay.”

                                                       her brows knit in undeniable confusion, but not at the question, at herself. why was she here ? of course, it seemed most logical to not put much distance between them; if they were going to save their people from mount weather, acting quickly was the only option they had. yet, staying hadn’t been a conscious decision, it was...  “  the mountain men won’t wait for us... the farther we are away, the bigger risk we have of losing more of our people. & we can’t afford that.  ”  jaw squared, & her shoulders finally succumbed from their alerted stance. she was exhausted, the sun dipping it’s way beyond the horizon. “  this isn’t about what’s happened, lexa,  ”  although, she  wouldn’t FORGET ( no, her dreams would always be there to haunt her ).  “  it’s about what’s going to happen if we can’t come up with a plan. enemy or not.  ” but was that it ? was that why, despite being able to return to camp jaha, she’d really chose to stay ? doing nothing had certainly done well to rack her brain full of questions. ironic, that she couldn't come up with an answer.

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“What is your purpose here?”

                        “  the same thing you want;  to help our people & SURVIVE.  ”